~~~Chapter 8~~~

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When I woke up the next morning I quickly caked on concealer over the scar that the frisby left to go to the tattoo place, "TAT-A-ROO-TAT-A-TOO". (The name was too long for the sign so it just said "Kelly's tattoos".). When I walked to the counter and asked for Kelly I looked around and noticed a sign that sshowed a blue eyed boy with a bull tattoo with snakes and red tear drop eyes." YEAH I TAKE PICTURES OF THE MOST COMPLEX TATTOOS " I jumped as Kelly followed my gaze. "oh hey I'm here for some records" I said. she looked confused so I tried to refresh her memory "I spoke to you on the phone yesterday." "OH YES I REMEMBER YOU, JUST A MINUTE" she exclaimed disappearing into the back of the building. She reappeared carrying a file folder. "HERE YA GO DARLIN" she exclaimed passing it to me "thank you mrs.kelly I'll return them soon" "DONT EVEN WORRY YOU CAN KEEP THOSE FILES THEY ARE JUST COPIES" I gratefully thanked her once again and walked to my car. I twisted the key and shifted into reverse. As I rushed through the busy highway I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I lifted myself up and pulled it out of my pocket to read the screen.
Unknown: YOU SHOULD JUST STOP TRYING TO FIGURE ME OUT IM NOT DUMB I KNOW YOU WENT TO THE TATTOO SHOP FOR MY FILES BUT LETME TELL YOU RIGHT NOW THAT THIS IS AS FAR AS YOU ARE GOING TO GET I CAN GUARANTEE IT ESPECIALLY SINCE YOULL MOST LIKELY GET MULTIPLE COMAS IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. :)
Love,
HIM

I didn't even think twice about who it was. I reached my house and ran to my room clutching the files I had aw quoted even though I had a pretty good idea what I would find when I opened it. I reached my bed and plopped down before taking a deep breath and opening the folder. I took a glance at the picture of the tattoo to clarify he was the one and once I decided he was I held my breath and looked at the info paper. Sure enough the name was registered as HIM and all of his family info let alone personal info such as addresses had been caked over with white-out. "Great" I said aloud before retrieving my kindle fire from my shelf and letting my own life sink away and the story become my reality. I let the words consume me.

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