I opened my house door and walked inside. The blood stained the white door as I stumbled into the house.
"Olive? Oh my goodness. Olive, what happened? You're covered in blood," my mom pointed out.
"I'm...gonna..take a shower."
I scrub my hands throughly and continuously. I think that I scrubbed them so hard, that my blood started to appear.
"Olive?" Miranda asked.
She knocked on the door but I didn't open it.
"Olive, the police are here," Miranda told me.
I stopped scrubbing. I rinsed my hands under the water and patted them dry with a towel. I turned the faucet off. I cracked the door open, before I fully opened it.
The only person I wanted to see standing on the other side of the door, was Sheriff Peterkin.
"Olive. It's Deputy Shoupe. Can you open the door?" He asked me.
I opened the door entirely. My hands throbbed and had a heart beat of their own. My face was puffy from the crying.
"Your mother called us."
He looked down at my arms. My clothes and legs were covered in blood. My hands were the only thing without blood, although they were bright red from being irritated.
In reality, I just stood still. I didn't move, is what I guessed.
"Is that your blood?" Shoupe asked me.
"I'm...not sure," I stuttered to say to him.
"She came home like that," Miranda added.
Shoupe glanced at my mom. He looked back at me. "Why don't I take you down to the station and test it. Okay?"
I nodded my head. "Ok."
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"For nothing," I heard Pope say.
JJ glanced at me and then again.
"Liv!" JJ yelled.
"Olive!" Kie yelled.
"Liv?" JJ asked. "Wha-"
"Oh my goodness. Whose blood is that?" Kie questioned.
"Where's John..B?" I asked.
"I do-" Kie started.
John B came up behind me. JJ pointed to him.
I walked to John B and hugged him. I squeezed really tight.
I heard sirens. I ran away from the station before Shoupe could test the blood. I also saw Ward there.
They're probably looking for John B and me. I guarantee it.
"Shit," JB said.
We all hid behind a boat.
Outside police station.
"John B, what are we doing at the police station?" JJ asked.
"Somebody's gotta tell them what happened," John B reminded.
"Peterkin looked out for me, all right? Or tried to, at least."
"Before she got shot," I acknowledged.
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Love is just a game-Rafe Cameron/Pogue story
Teen FictionOlive Monroe. The typical teenage girl. Drama and boy problems. Not to mention, parental issues. She always felt like there was something missing. A part of her that needed to be fixed. Little did she know...it was a psychotic Cameron.
