Lovelies

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This update is dedicated to my friend who is a dedicated reader of this story, who encourages me to complete new parts to the story.  Thank you.

Bri’s Pov

 

I run out of the building that Marie had been kept in.  There was the voices or Ron and some other guy, I didn’t recognize his voice.  By the time I opened the door I saw his face, and knew who it was.  It was Robbie.  How the hell had Marie’s brother managed to find us?  Who told?  This is an absolute terror, I have to do something.  What am I going to do?

I reach back into the room and grab a knife, and walk towards Robbie.  If he tries to attack I’ll do anything to keep myself from the police.  He lunges forward and I flinch, shoving my arms out while doing so, I heard a grunt, and I opened my eyes.  I had stabbed Robbie.  I’ve stabbed Marie’s older brother.  He’s bleeding on the ground.  What have I done?  I look him in the eye and stab him again, harder this time, finishing him off.  I’m officially a murderer.  What’s next?  I’m at the lowest point in my life.  How am I supposed to explain this to Marie?  Hey, what’s up, I killed your older brother.

Marie loved her older brother.  They had been so close.  Then again, so had she and I, and this is where we are now.  I sit down aside from the garage, crying into my hands.  I can hear Ron dealing with the body, he asks for help, but I can’t look at it.  I run off towards the woods just west of the garage.  

 

I make my way deeper into the woods, officially freaking out.  The police are going to find me.  I’m going to jail.  I don’t want prison food!  Images of Robbie’s bleeding body flash into my head, the initial stab leaving blood on the knife, the finishing stab flashing through my mind.  The sound it made, the way it felt, the terrible feeling of shoving an object into his stomach.  I feel dizzy and I lurch forwards, vomiting all over my shoes.  I fall to the ground next to a tree and begin to cry again, thinking of Marie.  Her bony body, starved half to death.  The bruises from my beatings, her terrible smell from lack of showers, the dried blood that covers almost every inch of her body, the dead glazed look in her eyes.  I begin to gag, vomiting again.  What have I done?  God, save me.

I hear crunching, coming in my direction, I look over to where it’s coming from, it’s Marie’s father.  He waves, “Brianna, I haven’t seen you since… Since Marie… I just went out here to follow where Robbie had been headed!  Have you seen him at all?”

“No, Mister, I have not seen him,”

“Thanks anyway, I’d hate to lose… another…” something about his statement seemed a bit shady.  He just said another, nothing about his children, he didn’t use Robbie’s name, he seems so distant.

“Yes, it’s tragic,”

“Brianna, you don’t look so good, you’re dirty and a bit bloody, did you fall?”

“Yes, I have to go,” I bolt in the direction opposite of the garage, hoping that he will believe I live over that way, and will not go near the garage.  Oh, please, don’t go near the garage.

 

When I finally manage to sneak back to the garage, I open the door to check on Marie, but something is off.  I don’t see her anywhere, but I sense her presence, she hadn’t left.  I scan through the room, looking for her, I check her bed, her cleaning corner, her bathroom, and in the unused dirty ignored corner, she sat.  She shook slightly as she drew pictures in the dust.  Just now I notice how dirty she looked.  Knotted, greasy hair.  Her old dirty, somewhat worn out tank top had somehow become too big, and hung off of her bony shoulders.  She was hunched over, her spine protruding from her back, while she sat wearing some sweatpants I had brought to her.  I walk over to her, and she doesn’t look at me.  I whisper her name, and she slowly looks up.  Her face looks like it’s covered in dirt and her eye is bleeding.  Before I could ask her what happened, she pointed over to the door, where Ron was standing, he firmly states, “I thought I would check up on her, and apparently she doesn’t like me as much as she likes you, she tried to fight back,”