I scraped at the hardwood floor trying to get the stained blood off. After that I paced back and forth thinking about how am I supposed to get Michael out of jail. Then it hit me so hard it made my stomach hurt. I grabbed my bag and ran out of our house locking up. I totally forgot about Jamie. I looked down at my clothes. They were really bloody so I ran in to change.
...30 minutes later...
I knocked on the nearest foster home. No answer. I knocked harder.
"Open the door!"
A young lady answered the door, she was blond with a red blouse with white pants along with black stilettos.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"My name is Y/n, I'm looking for Jamie Strode."
"JAMIE GET YOU BUTT DOWN HERE NOW!!"
I stood still clenching my fist. This girl was making me mad.
"Ugh she takes forever I never even wanted to take her, you know how kids are right?"
I clench my hand into a fist. I wanted to kill her.
She tapped her finger on the door.
"Jamie come here you unwanted pice of crap."
I punched her in her red lipstick coated mouth, and I ran in.
"Jamie!? It's Y/n!"
I heard the sound of little feet bolting down the stairs. I saw Jamie turn a corner to come face to face with me. She her face was red with hand marks along with a black eye. She ran to me as I gave her a hug that only a mother would give her injured child.
"Where is Uncle Micky?"
"In jail, but I'm gonna get him back."
"How?"
"I'm gonna do something stupid."
