I sat in the couch by myself as the sound of wind came through the open window. Bruno had gone to do some research back in Bill's house meanwhile Phillip was in the mysterious drug and weapon filled room I found a couple days ago.
I had chosen to stay by myself because I needed time. I needed to think of everything that was going on. I've had small thoughts and wonders about it but it wasn't until now that I realized how lost I really was. I wasn't meant for this life. I should be at home, talking to my dad on the phone but instead i'm part of a group of criminals who sell drugs and own guns and who knows what else. I should be visiting my mom's grave, not researching a death.
I miss home. I miss Brooke and I miss my mom. I miss the life I know i'll never get back and I especially miss being able to smile everyday.
I stand up and walk to window, the wind blowing my now dry and curly hair.
Just leave him.
I can't. I promised to stay with Bruno through thick and thin, through the bad and the good. I can't.
You're better of without him.
I rest my head on the window as I try to make the voices in my head disappear.
"You're going insane." I say to myself.
"We're all crazy."
I turn and find Phillip sitting in the couch.
"How long have you been there?" I ask as I take a seat on the opposite side of the couch.
"Long enough to release something is bothering you. What's wrong?"
Don't tell him.
I pick at my fingernails in attempt to make Phillip change the topic but it doesn't work.
"C'mon. I won't tell Bruno."
I sigh and sit back.
"I miss my life."
He looks at me like i'm crazy, which could be true.
"What? Are you dead or something?"
"No Phillip. I mean that I miss my mom, my dad, Australia, Brooke, my apartment."
"You wanna leave us?" He asks, his tone unreadable.
"I just... I wanna be able to go back to my old life for at least a day before I have to run away from the police again."
He stands up.
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
I look out the window and see another car in the outside.
"Take me to see Brooke."
It's now 2 pm and after an hour of being in Bill's destroyed house, I decided to go in search of the warehouse were they found Bill's body. I really wasn't sure which one it would be since there is so many warehouse in LA but I somehow remembered that Phillip told me the warehouse he was found in was in downtown LA so all I had to do was drive there. Seems easy enough.
I drove for about 10 minutes till I reached a warehouse by the name of "Store and Load". This was the warehouse where Phillip and I would leave Bill's drugs and he would later come and pick them up.
I parked my car in the empty parking lot when I saw the last thing I wanted to see. The police. They were walking around the whole place and they would eventually find me.
Now what Mars?
I ran towards the dumpsters in the back of warehouse, careful not to rip any CAUTION tape, and tried to hide myself from the cops as they walked closer to the dumpsters.
"Roger, did you find any notes?" The tall police officer said.
"No but we will keep searching tomorrow when they come and do a full inspection." The short officer responded as they both left, neither of them seeing me.
I walk from behind the dumpsters and look for the back door, finding a few minutes later. I open the door and immediately regret it when I see the room full of cops and investigators. Great. I should have known they would be all over this place after Bill's death.
I grab the black sunglasses hanging from my front pocket and quickly put them on while zipping my leather jacket all the way up.
I start walking around the warehouse, not trying to cause any attention to be directed towards me when a police officer passes by me. My first instinct is to run, but I decided to just simply and quietly turn and walk the other way.
Don't get nervous. Don't get nervous.
I hold my breathe as the police officer passes straight pass me, ignoring my whole existence.
Lucky little son of a...
"I found the notes." A voice interrupts my thought.
I feel goosebumps for through my body as the notes are mentioned once more. What is so important about them?
I start walking close behind the officer and the mysterious man, risking being caught, and try to listen for any information about the cards.
"They're in the front of the storage. It's two notes, one is with names and one is a letter for someone with the initials P.G.H." My name. "We are still trying to identify who wrote them and once we do, we will hopefully find our killer." The man finishes.
I stop dead in my tracks once he finishes. I need to find those notes.
I stand in front of Brooke's house, Phillip standing next to the car. I wait impatiently Brooke to open the door when Phillip's phone rings.
"It's Bruno." He half yells, half whispers.
I nod in understanding and knock once more on her door, the door opening seconds later.
"Brooke..." I whisper as I stand in front of the beautiful blonde who I would give the world to.
"Nala." Her voice cracks.
We look at each other for a while when I feel her arms around me. I'm surprised by her action but respond by hugging her back, tears streaming down both of our faces.
"Umm ladies..." Phillip says, his tone worried. "Sorry to interrupt but Bruno found something."
"What's going on?" Brooke asks
A burst of guilt spreads all through my body as I look at Brooke. Just by talking to her right now can put her in danger and can get her involved in this whole thing, without her knowing.
"I'll explain later, come with us." I beg her as Phillip gets in the car.
"Please. There is something I need to tell you. I know you're mad and confused but it will all make sence."
She looks at me one last time and runs inside the house. I sigh in defeat and start walking towards the car when Brooke runs out, a phone in one hand and her house keys in the other.
"Let me lock up and we'll go."
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