The Obsession (A 'The Babysitter' Fan-fiction)

Chapter 9

Halle's POV

Max turns to look at me with a wicked grin which quickly turns to a frown when he sees the horrified look on my face. He comes over and scoops me up into his arms, holding me close to his bloody chest. Ew. Ew. Ew.

"Look man. 3 out of four people have an STD. I've got 2 peoples' blood on me! You do the math!" John cries hysterically, his voice occasionally cracking. "I've got AIDS. I know I got AIDS."

"You killed him!" Cole shouts furiously, glaring up at Max. "Let go of my sister!"

Max's gaze moves from me to my brother and he smirks down at him. "Kinda your fault bud." Max states, giving me a peck on the forehead as he stares at my brother. For the love of god stop kissing me!

"Are you insane?!" Cole asks, outraged. 

"No, Cole. I'm just trying–" Bee starts, but is cut off by the sound of a voice coming from one of the cop's walkie talkies. "What's the status of that 187 call on Bigby Drive?" Everyone stares at each other for a moment, not sure what to do. 

"Look, man. I can't go to jail. Y'all killed the cops, man. I ain't involved with this shit." John says.

"It's fine." Bee says, trying to calm everyone down. "Max pick it up."

Max reluctantly places me down on the ground and walks over to the walkie talkie, picking it up. I crawl over towards Cole and hug him. 

"It's a statistic man. You either end up in jail, or dead! Its both for me Bee!" John continues. God, does he ever shut up.

"What's the code for all clear?" Bee asks us, kneeling down so she's at eye level with us. "What's your status? The voice asks again.

 "Just say 'all clear'." Cole shouts at them.

"Why would they know police codes?" Sonya asks, confused.

"Stop screaming and act like an adult." Bee orders. Her attention was mainly on Cole, since he was a terrible liar. "What's the code for all clear? I know you two know it."

"Little boy here is a nerd!" John remembers. "Hey! Tell em the codes." "10-50-3." Cole says, but looks away at the end. Shit. Bee knows that's his tell tale sign of lying.

"Punch that shit in!" John demands. Max's fingers move to press the button. "Wait." Bee says, stopping him. 

She scoots closer to Cole. "You look away when you lie." She informs him. "You look me in the eyes and tell me the truth. What is the code for 'all clear'?"

Cole sighs before glaring at Bee. "10-4. Obviously." 

"And what's 'we're taking a break to get food'?" She asks him. "Just say 'we're taking a break–" Cole shouts, but Bee cuts him off. "Cole!" 

"Officer Bynak, you need backup?" The voice cuts through the tension in the room.

Cole looks down before meeting Bee's eyes again. "Code 7." Bee stares at him for a moment before nodding at Max, signaling him that it was okay to answer the call. 

Max answers the call and talks straight into the walkie talkie. "10-4, all clear. We're Code 7."

There's a moment of silence before the voice speaks again. "10-4. Enjoy your double double." Seriously?! The idiot bought that?! I've officially lost all faith in our justice system.

Max smirks. "Should've been a cop." He says, dropping the walkie talkie and flexing his arms while winking at me. I probably would have been a blushing mess if tonight had never happened. I used to have a huge crush on him, but I guess seeing someone kill people changes the way you see them.

A scream cuts through the air and everyone whips around to see Allison on the floor, blood oozing from her breast. Oh! I completely forgot about her. "Ow, ow, ow. Oh my god. He shot me in the boob. What kind of dick shoots a girl in the boobs?" She whines. "Bee, I did not sign up for this shit." 

"Stop complaining. Stop all your whining." John says. Probably the smartest thing he's said tonight aside from maybe his side chick insult.

"They're totally going to stop growing!" Allison complains."They weren't even done!"

"Sometimes you gotta settle, all right?" John tells her. "I gotta cousin, Chantelle. Titties flat! Personality real good." 

Sonya kneels down in front of Allison. She looks to be inspecting the wound, but ends up shoving two of her fingers into the wound. "Ow! Oh my god! You fuckin bitch" Allison screams in pain. "What's wrong with you?! Get away from me with your fuckin beret!"

"She's going to bleed out." Sonya muses looking up at Bee. 

"What? No." Allison says in disbelief. "What do you mean I'm gonna bleed out? Can't we just stick a tampon in it or something? Oh my god. We need to call an ambulance guys. I don't want to lose my boob"

"I can't do that." Bee states.

"What? Why not?!" Allison asks, outraged.

"Because you were shot by a cop that you helped murder." I stated. "Have fun explaining that." Bee adds.  Usually I'd be happy that Bee and I finished each others' thoughts again, but now...I just feel gross.

I look at Cole and gesture upstairs. Cole nods in understanding at my silent suggestion.

"No dudes gonna motorboat these, Bee!" Allison whines. Seriously?! This is what she's worried about right now?! Not dying?!

John mimics the sound of a motorboat as Cole and I slowly stand up, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves by making too much noise. As John continues to go on and on about motorboating I count off on my fingers to three. Once I get to three, Cole and I sprint to the staircase.