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Chapter 9

Chapter 9-

Lau decided that the best time to leave for Las Vegas would be tomorrow at noon so we could get at a cheap motel at six in the evening.

As the night drew to a close I became more aware that in two days we will be killing Trick. In two days we will be getting Irma back. I stared at the cracked ceiling, over the many years and poor renovations, the paint in the ceiling has chipped. But I've gotten used to it. Somehow, this beat up, old apartment has been more home to me than me own home. And I really do not want to leave it, but, I am prepared to give it up for Irma. I need to save her. I feel the need to get her back for Beckham but I fear that Trick has already killed her. It's been a few days. And Trick hasn't sent us any picture or messages about how Irma was or if she even was alive. It scared me, to be honest. Because it meant that there is a possibility that Irma is dead. Beckham might not have a mother anymore. All because of me, I might add.

I never put much thought into how I'd die -- though I'd reason in the last few months -- but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. All I have to keep in mind is that I'm doing this for Beckham, Laura, Zachary and Irma. So they will be safe and okay. I know that this is totally unrealistic and that a teenage girl never saves the day, ever. But I want to change that. In the real world, there is no super hero's or police men to help you or your friends when it's life or death. You're on your own. And it would be better to do it all by yourself than depend on someone. That way you know it's done and the other person is okay. Or maybe I'm just stupid. I am very independent, but very insolent.

Eventually my eyes close and I fall into a blissful a coma, or so I hoped.

Everything came back to me... in the form of a nightmare. Something I thought was long gone.

Screaming.

Crying.

Blood.

Limb bodies.

Flesh.

Flashing images were showcased in my brain for my torture. Laughing faces, mocking me. Patrick's face daring me to do something. His classically handsome features covered in blood. The smell of death consuming my senses.

The nightmare, I couldn't endure. The nightmare, I thought left me. But I was wrong. It was always there lingering in the back of my mind. It still is.

     "Wendy?" I heard a sweet voice beckon me to reality. But I was afraid. I don't want to be in the real world. Then again, I don't want to have any of those nightmares again. I allowed myself to wake up. The sunlight streamed into my bedroom, through the small slit of my black hangings. The sunlight rested on my left eye, I slowly perched myself up onto my arms and was greeted with a smiling Laura. "Good morning Wendy,"  she said in a soft voice.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and forced a smile.

"It's nine, we should ger ready." She places a kiss on my forehead and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

This is it, I thought. Everyday after this one is dependant on me. I inhaled and got out of bed.

The shower was warm and calming. All my troubles seem to fade away. Tomorrow, I will be going to that warehouse and I will be giving myself in for Irma's life. Laura and Beckham can end up being happy and Zachary... I did not want to think about what would happen with Zachary. I don't know why, but somehow, something has changed between us. Whenever he smiles at me I can't help but blush and get butterflies. It annoys me but I can't stop it. I wish I could. I really do. But It just won't go away. Maybe I like him? I'm not sure. But if I do; there's going to be a big problem with letting go.  I have to keep in mind that I'm doing this for him. I shouldn't be selfish and --

"Wendy?" Laura knocked on the bathroom door. "Can I come in? I need to re-pencil my eye brows on."

I snap back and laugh. "Yeah, come in," I mumbled.

She opened the door and eyed me in the shower. "Damn girl you have a hot body!"

"Laura! You are so gay!" I laugh.

"I'm just saying," she laughs.

I get out of the bathroom and wrap a towel around my body. Laura stands by the basin, examining her delicate features in the mirror. She applies eyeliner and bright red lipstick. She slaps her lips together and looks at me.

"Too much?" she points at her face.

I brush through my hair that seems more brown now that it's wet. I braid it to the back and shake my head no. "You look hot," I grin at her and she exchanges the gesture.

"Aw, thanks bae. Can I do you too?"

"What? My make up?" I never really wore make up. Ever. Chapstick was always more than enough for me.

"Yeah. I'll be discreet with it, don't worry." She assured me going through her make up.

I bit down on my bottom lip and looked at the make up appliances I've never seen, only on TV commercials but never in real life. Trick always told me "With you babe, there is no need for make up." And he would kiss me hard. But who cares what he thinks?

"Yeah," I said. Her perfect face split into a grin.

Her soft hands moved across my face stealthily, as if she were a professional. She placed me directly in front of the mirror and I was surprised at the minimal make up I had on. My lips were a pale pink and so we're my cheeks. The mascara she applied amplified my long lashes and, somehow, she managed to define cheekbones making them seem almost perfect. She was really good at this; I had no idea.

"There. What do you think?" she smiled already knowing the answer.

"It looks... wow."

"I know right and since you're already beautiful I didn't need to apply so much make up. You have that natural beauty thing going on. And your eyes," she leaned in to inspect it, "they're a combination of violet and a pale green. I noticed that whenever you're ready to pounce, your eyes flare, almost a rich indigo color. Its nothing I've ever seen before. My eyes are so plain, so... blue."

"A beautiful blue. It suits you." I smile and tuck a stray curl away.

"Thanks," she smiles warmly. "You should get dressed, the guys are picking us up in less than an hour."

"Okay," I tighten my towel and trudge to open the bathroom door. A gust of wind blows against my cheeks and bare arms.

"Oh and Wendy?"

"Yeah?"

"Wear your gray fannel shirt with that black jeans. It's easy to run in and it'll look super cute on you. Oh yeah, with your combat boots."

I laugh. "Will do, Lau."