I studied the house. I can see lights lit up in the windows. Fuck it.
I run swiftly where the little girl went. I went around the house and noticed a gap underneath. I climb under on my hands and knees and look for an opening on top. There was a small entrance that I spotted. I climbed in it, my stomach nearly killing me. Fading voices were heard from another room.
I can make out a few sentences. "She might be a danger to the group."
"My daughter doesn't have to be a part of this."
"How dangerous can a little girl be?"
"We'll fix her up in the morning."
I tried my best not to worry about the strangers that were wondering the house with me. I step out of the tiny room I was in and see a living room. There was a love seat, a couch, and stairs going up. Maybe I could make it upstairs without anyone seeing me. And then I made out another sentence.
"I'll be right back. I have to go wash up." Says a female voice.
A black woman steps out of the kitchen as I spin around quickly. "What the fuck?" She says. "Alvin!"
"I need help! I got shot! Please!" I yell.
A big black man, an old man, a farm boy, a guy in a baseball cap, and a man wearing a plaid shirt steps out of the kitchen. They all spot me at once, their voices rising louder and louder. "They both are working together. Trust me." Says the black woman.
Everyone was talking except for the red-headed farm boy who was staring at me with a look that I couldn't quite make out. "Please!" I interrupt everyone's debate. "I got shot. Look at it." I lift my sweater up to show them my bloodied stomach. The wound was nearly showing my guts if you looked closely.
I pull my sweater back down. "I got shot." The man with the plaid shirt comes up to me. "Let me have a closer look." He's says in a thick, Spanish accent. I pull my sweater back up, a gooey sound going along with it. "Damn." The black man says. "I fucking told you guys." I say under my breath, rolling my eyes.
"Don't get all pissy on me." The Spanish guy states, studying my wound. "It's a gunshot. I'll fix her up tonight." The Spanish man states.
"Thanks." I say. I look up, only to see the red-head staring at me again.