She isn't my ex and never will be," she replied. "Of course, I'm sorry," I said.
I opened my book "Felipe ever After" and started reading it. Its about a Trans boy's life with racism, Homophobia, transphobia . . . I actually really love the book! Its one of my favorites. I keep trying to get Karen or Samantha to read it but they always say "I ain't interested in that sort of thing, Oliver."
I always scoffed at that. "Hows the book?" she asked. "It is great, I love the storyline," I answered. We will deal with the accident later I decided but Samantha had other plans. "Samantha?" I said as she picked up her phone and dialed Patricia.
Patricia's pov:
I heard my phone ring as I am hiding and picked it up. "Hello?" I asked into the phone. "Who is this?"
"Its Samantha," the voice said. "I am hiding right now . . . I can't call," I said.
I swear I heard Oliver in the background. "Hiding from what?" they asked. "The giant Basketball Monster," I whispered.
I heard the steps of the Monster right next to me; (I am hiding in a Alley).
"Be carful," they said hanging up. I let out a sigh of relief.
I watched the Monster carfully waiting for its next move.
I saw something go by. "Was that a Military Tank?; Darkville has a Military Tank?"
I got out the alley only to be yelled at by a Sargent. "Leave this area, imeddently!" he yelled. "Are you American?" I asked. He nodded.
"Do you know where you are?" I asked him.
"Darkville."
"And where is Darkville?" I asked. ". . . Mexico . . .," he hesitated. I nodded. "Correct; and who sent American Military to Mexico, Darkville?" I asked him. "We just wanna help kid," he said. "Then leave, we have enough problems already," I said as I see blood going through the air. "Shit!" the man yelled.
"This is your fault kid," he scolded pointing a finger at me. "Maybe watch where you point your body parts," I muttered.
"Who taught you this language?" he asked. "Sas?; a Demigirl . . ."
"Thats not a thing, those don't exist," he replied. "Well I know one," I said pulling out a knife and shoving it in his chest. "We don't allow this behavior here in Darkville if we know what its for, hate criming equals death here," I exclaimed. "I did not understand that," he said falling down. His eyes were about to shut.
"Unless its a death wish, you can't do it here," I said as I crack a smile.
"Patricia," a voice said in the alley.
Darkville: Volume 3 is inspired by "My Deepest Desire" by Lover_Lexi
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Darkville: Volume 3: Death Is A Powerful Thing
Mystery / Thriller"It seems you nearly died," Clarice says. "Be carful what you eat." Series description: A girl was tested on and escapes and makes friends on the way running into monsters and creepy mysterious around the new school she goes to and the town she live...
