I DONT OWN RENT AND NEVER MEANT TO FORGET TO PUT A DISCLAIMER IN THE LAST CHAPTER...
As Joanne looked over her planner she realised she actually had no free time. Between work and all the doctors appointments Maureen was making her go to, she barely had enough time to get from one to the other. She had no idea how she was going to cope.
Meanwhile…
Maureen was sitting on her bed, waiting for Joanne to get home.
She was freezing.
She got and walked to her cupboard to look for her jacket. First she rummaged through the clothes hanging up, then she dug through the bottom of her closet. Her hand hit the corner of something small and hard. She grabbed it and she pulled.
Her old diary.
She picked it up, all thought of finding her jacket lost, and walked to her bed. She sat down and started flipping through the pages.
The dates in the diary were inconsistent. Sometimes she wrote in it everyday others once a week, month or even year. She only wrote in her diary when something important happened, mostly she wrote about the bad things.
In the diary she had written about her uncle and how he used to molest her, when he got arrested cause she came forward about it all and how scared she felt through the whole thing.
Maureen got up again, clutching the diary to her chest, and walked into the kitchen. She found a pen, sat down in the middle of the kitchen, on the floor and started writing furiously about everything.
Dear diary,
I am scared. I'm pregnant. Joanne OBVIOUSLY isn't happy. I don't have any fucking idea what to do… I have never even held a baby, let alone gave birth to and raised one. A part of wants to go see my mom and ask for her help, her advice, but I feel so stupid, I mean we haven't even talked in a year and a bit. Since I told her about the way I feel, or rather, don't feel about boys. Maybe I could just "wing it" I mean, isn't that how I got through school. I was "Just winging" it then and I didn't do to bad… I am sure I'll be fine… But… if Joanne leaves me I don't know what I'll do. I'll fall apart. I cant do this.
Meanwhile…
Angel was sitting in the same reclining chair she had woken up in.
Mimi had brought her a book to read. So Angel sat down and tried to read it, but Angel found herself unable to do anything but worry.
Collins stirred.
He stirred again.
Angel jumped up and stood next to Collins and held his hand.
"Angel…?" Collins said, barely loud enough for her to hear.
"Yes Collins honey, I'm here." She whispered back. A smile spreading across her face.
Everything's gonna be alright. Was all she could think.
Collins slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was his Angel's smiling face. Angel leant down and kissed him gently on the lips.
Meanwhile…
Roger, who had spent the night at his girlfriend, Mimi's place, was now coming back to the loft alone. He was to change and then meet Collins, Angel, Mimi, Mark, Maureen and Joanne at the Life Café for dinner.
He walked into the loft and noticed something wasn't right, it was cold. Like someone left the window open all nigh. He walked through the loft, looking for the window in question, turning on lights as he went and when he got to the lounge room he tripped over something. Where he landed on the floor was wet.
He looked around. His gaze moving over the couch, the phone, the bench, the television and finally on to his best friends dead body.
Roger got up. His hands, jeans, shirt everything was covered in Mark's blood.
He panicked. He paced. He tried to clear his head to think of what to do.
He walked to the phone and picked it up, dialled 911.
"Hello, please state what emergency service you require."
"Police." Roger said, struggling to find the right words.
"What is your emergency?"
"My friend, he's been killed. I came home and I tripped over him. He is just lying there. He's not breathing or moving."
"We will send a police car right away and we will have to ask you to stay for questioning."
"Alright. Okay. Fine. Sure." Roger stuttered.
Then the line went dead. He stood there holding the phone until there was a knock on the door.
He opened it and a police woman and man came in.
"I'm Detective Rose Preeting and this is my partner Detective Ron Longington."
"I… I'm Roger. Roger Davis."
"You reported a crime?"
"Yes I did. My friend, pool of blood, lying not moving. Don't know what happened." Roger babbled as he lead the way to the lounge room.
Meanwhile…
Collins had ordered Angel to go home, get some rest. But just as she walked in the door the phone rang. It rang again. She answered it on the third ring.
"Hi." She said half heartedly.
"Hola, this is Adriana from Resortes tranquilos, care facility. I am calling about your Madre." Adriana said with a heavy Spanish accent.
"What about her?"
"Well… she's escaped and its believed that she somehow caught a plan to America."
"Cogida del oh. How long ago did this happen?"
"About a week. We have warned security people in your area. We have tried to contact you, but, you have been out."
"Cogida del oh. Oh SHIT! Why didn't you tell me that psycho was on the loose?!"
"We tried…"
"Well obviously not hard enough!! She hates me for putting her in there. Apparently she doesn't think that she is MENTALLY DERANGED and doesn't DESERVE to be in there. She has sent me letters you know?"
"Yes, we know."
"Well, do you know what they said?"
"Well… no. We don't monitor letters."
"Well she said, I deserve to die for putting her in there and I am gonna suffer big time and so will every one else I know. She has been saying how WHEN she gets out she's gonna kill me, my friends, the people I smile at. EVERYONE I HAVE EVER ACKNOWELEDGED! Look, I am home alone right now!! The love of my life just got stabbed! How do you think I feel?"
"Scared?"
"Shit yeah. You know what I am gonna do?"
"No."
"I am gonna hang up this phone and go to the hospital, where Collins is and I am never leaving till he does." And with that Angel hung up the phone. Feeling suddenly alone, she grabbed her jacket and ran out the door. She ran all the way to the hospital, not even catching the subway.
Just as she reached the hospital doors something heavy hit her between the shoulders, she fell to the floor.
Oh no. Was all she had time to think, before she got hit heavily in the head and everything went black.
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