A/N Sorry this chapter is short I have to do some chores. I love all of your reviews, keep leaving some please!

Chapter 6: Barbie

I ran over and sat next to the body, "Who is it." I wondered aloud. I didn't want to touch the mangled body so I ran out to go get Patch but he must have sensed something was up because the next thing I know he came barreling through the door.

"I had an odd feeling I thought something was up. Oh my god what happened? Did you beat her up?" Patch asked

"Of course not! Why do you always think I did it?" I asked.

He avoided the question and said, "That's not important, the important thing is who is this?"

I wasn't sure because the girls face was all bloody and had dents in it as if she was a Barbie doll in our Biology class and someone had stuck their finger hard against her face. Except instead of their finger, the used their fist. Patch grabbed paper towels and got them wet; I then took them and wiped her face off. After two paper towels she was still soaked with her blood and so were the paper towels. It took 11 paper towels to get her face totally clean I still couldn't tell who she was.

"I still don't know Patch, what if she's dead?" I asked

He leaned down and put two finger on the side of her neck.

"She's still got a pulse but barely. I'll call an ambulance; you try and find who did it." He said.

I sighed and walked out, how am I supposed to find somebody who beat the shit out of a girl. It's not like their going around screaming it; this was going to take a while. I walked around for a while and walked past the back room of Bo's. I overheard a conversation,

"Did you do it?"

"Yes I did it but that prick Patch went in the bathroom and found her."

"You idiot, why didn't you hide her better?"

"It's a girls' bathroom, I didn't think he could go in there!"

"Well, who led him in there?"

"His son of a bitch of a girlfriend!"

"Do you think they know it was us? Do you think they know who she is?"

"I put dents in her face that bitch will need major surgery to get back to her old self."

"That won't be a problem for them. Hank has millions. I don't care about that there better be no evidence that leads back to us or your ass will be in the back of a police car, not mine!"

The girl, she's Marcie Miller! My all-time biggest enemy, I didn't want to help her at all. For all I care she could have dents anywhere. I peeked around the corner to see if I could tell who the men were. One man was short and had a beard but was quite muscly; his shirt was way too tight. The other man had his back turned to me and was facing the wall pacing back and forth.

I turned around and ran back to tell Patch who it was, but the next thing I know Patch was gone.