A: Short Story Collection

Chapter 12

"Girl With Glasses"

I lay down alone in my hospital bed waiting for Kendrick to finish what I asked.

The clock ticks and is interrupted by the sound of the door opening and in comes walking Kendrick.

"Dominic, I got 'em," Kendrick said.

A figure walks in behind him.

It's Ime. He came.

I sit up in the hospital bed and Ime stares at me.

"I came. What's your request?" Ime said.

Straight to business like always.

"I was shot by someone who knows you. I need help finding them."

Kendrick looks at Ime suspiciously.

It's kinda funny watching him stand next to someone tall like Ime. He's so short.

"Your name's Ime, right?" I said.

Ime nod and confirms it.

"So, you know my name," He said.

"How do y'all know each other?" Kendrick said.

I sweat. "He's my... Caregiver..."

"But you're not sick," Kendrick said.

Ime smiles. "I'm his provider for now."

Kendrick looks at Ime. "Wait, so you have been helping him?"

"Yeah, since he got fired I've been helping him."

Kendrick starts rubbing his chin.

"Anyway, the person who shot me knew you. That's how I know your name," I said.

Ime looks at me. "Who would do that I wonder..."

"It was some girl with blonde hair and glasses."

Ime takes a second to think. "Glasses..."

He looks at me again. "I think I know who you're talking about."

"That's great!" Kendrick erupt. "We can turn her into the police," he added.

I look at Kendrick and he looks at me.

"You're turning them into the police right?" Kendrick said.

I just stare at him.

"What's your plan if I help you find her?" Ime interrupt.

I smile. "I'm going to kill her."

Kendrick's jaw softens and he looks at me with disgust. And Ime... He just stares.

"You can't be serious," Kendrick said.

"I'm serious."

Kendrick starts to fume. "That's not right!"

"What is right? Turning them in so they can get away without a scratch?"

"Doing what's right is not about hurting people who hurt people. It's about protecting those who don't hurt people."

"Well, boohoo, I'm hurting someone who hurt me. That's justified enough."

"You know if you kill them, you'll be the one going to prison."

I brush him off.

"Speaking of prison. I suggest you don't kill them, but if you want to, I don't mind helping ya out," Ime said out of nowhere.

"You mean that?" I said.

"I do."

I get out of bed. "So, tell me their name?"

Ime grins.

"Eris"