Sorry for not updating in a while. Especially since that last chapter ended with a cliffhanger. Thanksgiving is crazy at my house. But I had lot's of good food, and lots of fun. Hope you had a great Thanksgiving too!
As soon as Joey had hung up with Mary he had ran out of the building and straight to his car, leaving everyone else very confused.
He had jumped in his convertible without opening the door. He had put the keys in the ignition and drove away.
Now he was driving as fast as the speed limit would allow him. His heart was pounding. He was gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles had turned white.
On the phone with Mary he had tried to be calm, but on the inside he was a scared as her. He was terrified something would happen to Mary. He loved her so much… if anything happened to her he didn't know what he would do.
He finally pulled into Tami's driveway. He hurriedly turned off the car. He jumped out and ran to the front door. He swiftly pulled the key out from under the mat. Then he heard a gun shot, then Mary scream. Then another gun shot. Then every thing was silent.
The gunfire terrified him, Mary's scream was blood curdling, and the second gunshot was horrific… but what scared him the most was the silence. Mary should have screamed… or she should have yelled at the man… or he should have yelled at her… something!
But their wasn't a sound. Just deep, deep silence. Unless you could hear his heart shatter
Joey shook his head, trying to shake out al the horrible thoughts, then he clumsily unlocked the door and ran inside.
He didn't bother to shut the door, He just ran straight toward the back of the house, he was sure that the sounds had come from there.
As soon as he walked in the kitchen he could see the man. He had broken the window, and Joey assumed that was how he got inside.
He was a middle aged man, no older then forty, but the glare he gave Joey was timeless. It was a look of pure hate. His eyes were the color of the sky on a rainy day, A blue and gray color.
But the main thin about his eyes was they were cold and stiff. All Joey had to do was look in them once and he could tell, this man was full of hatred. He didn't know what the world had done to him to make him that way but, somewhere along the way this man started hating life. And that hate had undoubtedly lead to him coming after Mary. He had know clue as to what he had against him and Mary though.
In the blink of an eye the man had turned and ran away. Joey started to chase after him but stopped.
He stopped because out of the corner of his eye he saw Mary. Sitting on the floor, slumped up against the wall. But what scared him the most was that their was that her left shoulder was covered with blood.