The phone rigs five times, then she answers. "Hey hun."
"Hi Momma, I did something good!"
She laughs. "Oh sweetie I am sure you did! What is it?"
"Well... You aren't coming home!" I tell her.
"How is this good news?" She asks.
"Well, I feel bad for the way I have been treating you and Lea, and well... I raised enough money to send you both one a trip for a week!"
"Oh! Thank you so much honey!"
"I raised two thousand dollars!"
"Oh thank you sweetie!"
"I will mail Grandma's house the money and the details of were to go when I get home! Love you bye!"
"Oh wait!" she cries. I hang up the phone because I need to hurry to the bank before it closes. I run to my car and drive to the bank. When I get there I get the only money I have out of my bank. All the extra money I have been putting in here sense I was five. I guess it is worth it, I am pretty much buying my Mother and sister's lives.
I hurry home with two thousand dollars in my purse. When I get to my house I stand outside for a while. How am I going to do this? He is defiantly going to be inside! I reach back into the truck and pull out my gun. I fill it with bullets and walk inside, stuffing it into my back pocket.
I unlock the door and slowly walk in. I take slow and steady steps, making sure I don't fall. I step into my kitchen and open the cupboard. I pull out a bag of popcorn I popped yesterday and sit down on a bar stool and start eating it.
When I have eaten twenty-four pieces Justin takes a seat beside me. He reaches into the bag and eats a few pieces. I stair at where his hand just reached then look look at him. He smiles at me slightly and I pull myself away from the bar swiftly. I rush upstairs and stand there grabbing my hair, I always do this when I get a headache, grab my hair.
He hurries up behind me and grabs me above my hips and holds me tight. I start crying really loudly. "Let go." I sob.
"What?" He asks.
"I said, let go!" I scream.
Instead, he puts a hand on my cheek and says, "It's okay, I know its hard right now, but you will be fine soon."
"No!" I cry, I throw his hand off my face. "It wont be fine! And if I do get better, you will make it worse by killing someone else! You wont stop!" I scream so load it hurts my throat.
"What are you talking about!? I do this for you! I do this so you will love me again!" He yells.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" I scream.
His face looks sad for a second, then he reaches out to grab me. "I love you," He whispers. He then grabs my shirt and pulls me toward him. He puts his lips on mine, kissing me roughly.
He kisses me and starts pulling on my shirt until it comes off. When he starts pulling on my tank top I remember my gun. I reach into my back pocket and pull it out, when I push it to his side, it clicks. He steps back immediately.
"What are you doing?!" He yells at me.
I still point the gun at him when I yell back, "What do you think!? I wont let you kill anyone else!"
"Your just having a hard time... you need to go see a do-"
"What!? You think I'm going crazy?! I'm not the one stalking my girlfriend and killing someone she loves every time she does something I don't like!" I scream.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, that's just what has to happen." He takes a step forward and I shoot him in the shoulder.
He falls to the ground, kicking the wall, hard with his leg. "Why did you do that!" He kicks the wall over and over again, making a hole.
"Stop it! Stop it!" I cry. He stops thrashing around and I kneel beside him. I grab my shirt that is laying on the floor and put it on the bullet hole.
"Just get me to a stupid hospital! It hurts like crazy!" He cries. He has tears in his eyes so I stand up. I pull him up and carry him as much as I can until I reach my car. I throw him in the backseat and start driving.
I drive for about five minutes as fast as I can when I remember that I am in a police car. I turn on the siren and speed to the hospital. When we get there I grab Justin and half carry him half drag him into the doors. "Help! Please! Someone help him!" I cry. Almost immediately, four large men take him from me and put him on a stretcher.
They push him away, I follow. I follow until they shut a door in front of me. "What!? No!" I scream. I can hear Justin yelling the same things inside the room. I start banging on a door until a police officer walks out and smiles at me.
"Can I have a word with you miss?" He asks. I nod and he shows me to a seat. "Okay, so lets just get down to it." The police officer is really tall, about six foot nine, and has blond, spiked hair. He has green eyes, which I am very fond of, and a great smile. I swear I know this guy from somewhere....
He looks at me expectantly, but I didn't hear a word that he said. "Oh! I'm sorry! What did you say?" I ask.
He laughs quickly and says, "I was asking you if you know him, or if you just found him like that. Where you with him when it happened?" He isn't smiling anymore, but he has a sparkle in his eyes that insist that he is still in a good mood. That is, until I nod.
"Are you alright? Any injuries?" I shake my head, but he is still frowning. I can see that he is looking at my arm. The arm that Justin grabbed me by, it is bruised badly. "Are you sure?" He reaches out and places his hand on my upper arm.
I pull back instinctly and say, "Yes. I am sure, that happened yesterday. I... um, fell on a rock. I am really clumsy." I then smile at him weakly. He smiles back.
"All right, well that is all that we need to know right now. Can you stay here until he is awake?" He asks.
"What do you mean awake?" I question.
"They had to put him out to get the bullet out of his shoulder." He tells me.
"Yea, I guess I could stay here."
"Thanks. Um, so what is your name?" He asks.
"Kelsey."
He smiles again. "Mine is Billy." That is were I know him from! We used to be friends before I moved here four years ago! I was thirteen and he was fifteen. We always stuck together.
I smile back at him and say, "Let me guess, you are new at this, you know, being a police officer?"
"Working on my third week. I am twenty." He tells me.
"Almost nineteen." I start. "Next month." We don't say anything for a while until I speak up, "Its really nice to see you again."
He smiles again. For the next few hours Billy and I talk. We catch up and talk about how in the world he chose to be a police officer. A doctor walks out of the room and tells me I can come in and see him now. I nod my head and walk in.
Justin is in a bundle of blankets, with a wrapped up shoulder. "How are you doing?" He looks around at the cameras, making sure none of them are on I'm guessing.
"Ive been better," He starts. This probably means the cameras are on. "Why did you do it?" I guess the cameras are off after all.
"Why do you think?" I ask him harshly.
"I wasn't going to hurt you. I would never hurt you." He tells me.
"You already have." I tell him. "I wish you would just leave me and my family alone."
"I cant do that. I love you, and you love me too." He says.
"I don't love you anymo-"
"You do. If you didn't, you wouldn't have brought me here. You would have let me die." He starts.
"No, I'm just not a stone cold killer like some people." I say coldly.
"If you admit it to me, tell me you love me, I wont tell anyone it was you." He says to me.
"And then what? You will blame it on my Mom or Lea? I really don't think so!"
"More like, I will tell them that I was playing with a gun or something... anything along those lines will work just fine." He laughs quietly.
"No. I do not love you." I turn around and walk out. As soon as I open the doors, Billy asks me what happened. I can tell he can see how frustrated I am. "I did it." I say, "I shot him."
"What? What are you talking about?" He questions.
"We used to be dating, and he always snuck threw my window. I guess he did that tonight because I heard someone in the house. I got scared and grabbed a gun. He popped out at me and I shot. I took him right here." I say to Billy.
He looks at me for a long moment then says, "Lets go back in real quick." I shake my head very quickly and tell him no, that I cant. He lets out a sigh and says, "I'm sorry, but you have the right to-"
I roll my eyes and stop him, punching his shoulder playfully. "Fine. I will go in then." He smiles and walks in with me.
"Hello, Justin?" Billy asks.
"Yea?" He says.
"Can I ask how you got shot?" Billy asks nicely.
"Yea, I climbed threw her window, her being the police cheif's daughter and all, grabbed a gun when she heard me I guess, because she was scared, and shot at me when I jumped out at her and yelled 'boo' she took me right to, well.. here."
"Okay. Well I guess sense you both say the same thing, all that needs to be discussed is, would either of you like to press charges?"
"Absolutely not." Justin answers.
I sit there for a moment. This is my chance to get rid of him. "Kelsey?" Billy says.
"Yes? Oh, no." I say.
"Okay then. Justin, you should get some sleep, and would you come with me Kelsey?" I nod slowly and walk out. Billy keeps walking until we reach a small empty room.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Are you alright? I can tell something is going on. You can trust me." He says.
"No. I am not alright. I know I can trust you, I just cant tell anyone though..." I look down as he grabs my shoulders.
"Please?" He asks.
"No. I cant." I start to cry.
"Oh! Shhh, don't cry. Please don't cry. You don't have to tell me! Its fine, I just don't want anyone hurting you." He says. I look up and he takes my head in his hands. He kisses me. Why does this has to happen to me!? I cry in my head. He kisses smoothly, my head in his hands the whole time.
Luckily, he is a nice person, and when I pull away, he doesn't still kiss me. I shake my head and he wipes away a tear. "Please don't cry." He tells me. Him and Matt are the only two people in the whole world who has ever helped me through anything.
I reach out and hug him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. "Please tell me." He says. I shake my head on his shoulder. "Okay." He tightens his grip and starts running his fingers threw my hair. I start crying more, and shaking.
I am freezing. He pulls back and takes off his jacket. I am still only wearing my blood covered tank top and some jeans. No shoes either, I took them off when I got home. He lays it over my shoulders and starts buttoning it. When the top one is buttoned at my neck, I instantly reach out for him to grab me again.
He doesn't hesitate and grabs me tightly. "Why do you care about me so much?" I ask.
"Because you were always such a great friend to me. We stuck together." He answers. I start to cry again. "Kesley... Please don't cry!" He tells me.
I hear him gasp then start to fall to the ground. I fall with him, sense he was grabbing me so tight. I look up and find Justin holding a bloody knife. I quickly look down at Billy and try to pick him up. He is a lot heavier than Justin is, probably rounding around 235 with mostly muscle. I get him on my shoulders, and start taking him out into the hallway.
Every step I hear him cry with pain and want to kill Justin so badly. I should have left him to die in my house. I carry Billy out until I reach a doctor. He grabs him with me, without saying anything and puts him in a hospital room. He lays him on his stomach and starts to look at the cut.
"You are going to have to leave miss." The doctor says.
"No!" Screams Billy. The doctor sighs and gets back to work. I don't pay attention to anything that the doctor is doing, I just kneel beside Billy and hold his hand really tight. He cries out very loudly and the doctor tells me to hand him the syringe sitting on the counter.
I do as I am told quickly and Billy almost instantly goes to sleep. "Now can you leave?" The doctor says with a tone of annoyance. I roll my eyes and walk out. I don't know why, but I go to Justin's room.
He is asleep, but that wont last long. I walk over to his bed and shake him hard until he wakes up screaming at me. "Ow! What is wrong with you?!"
"Me? Whats wrong with you! Why did you do that! I wouldn't tell him anything, and guess what? Now I have to, because of you! I didn't want him in this mess and, and, YOU had to mess everything up, AGAIN!" I am having a freak out right now.
"Why did I do it?!" He laughs, annoyed. "Because you wouldn't even tell me you loved me, and then-then, you go and let him kiss you! You just barely met him!"
"No! There! Your wrong about me again! I have known him longer than I have known you!" I scream. I stop when a doctor walks in.
"Is everything alright?"
"No. Could you leave us alone though?" Justin tells him. The doctor shuts the door and walks away. When I turn back around to Justin, he is standing up, only inches away from my face.
"Get away from me." I say sternly. He stands his ground. I am so mad right now, I punch him hard, right on the nose.
He looks at me and I walk away, back into Billy's room.