WHEN I ASKED WHY

( Chapter 22 )

Hey everyone!

Here's another chapter. I hope to make this interesting and fun. I added some spice to it. :)

Enjoy!

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I walk to the hallway of the flat, taking slow and steady steps. My ears are ringing, i hate it. I had to tell him. I can't contain it any longer. My anger will fury and I will become monstrous. I hated the fact that I'm still here and he's out there, killing more people. I hated waiting, and I will always hate it. I need to do something more meaningful than paperwork.

I take my last step before he could finally notice me, standing a few meters away from him. His vision was too clear and sensed that I'm not telling him something but he continued on. He grabs a knife and sharpens it, making my ears ring again. I close my eyes and breathed softly.

"Tell me, when are we going to find him?" I ask. He turns around and looks at me. He cleans his hands with a napkin and walk towards me.

"You have to be patient."

" It's been two weeks James. For how long? I mean... what do i have to do?"

"We can't just do whatever okay? We need to know more than he does. We need to be smarter than him in every way. "

"What do you mean James? " I rest my hands on my hip. I wasn't getting mad, i was getting tired. Everyday is a battle with those papers. I can't even rest because he says 'A wasted day is like the sun never came up.' "I've been tackling this..." I point to the table with the papers. "-and it seems like I don't want to do it anymore. "

"Carrie, you have no clue what you are saying. " He walks around me to get a beer from the fridge.

"Would you stop it and listen to me!" I shout. Then I got his attention, his green eyes staring at me once again. He closes the fridge and walks to me.

"Fine then. I'm listening. " He crosses his arms on his chest. I could feel my face burning and my tears forming. I run my fingers through my hair. I straighten my back and place a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Teach me how to handle a gun." He catches a cough and continously tap on his chest.

"You're crazy. "

"I know you know how. I saw the small gun under your bed and the one in your cupboard and the one you have right now under that. " I point to his right leg, it wasn't obvious but I could see it.

"Would you listen to yourself? The other day you told me you could protect yourself and now? You want to handle a gun?" He chuckles and twist the lid of the beer open.

"You know what, you're right. Maybe I'm not ready... but I'm not going to give up."

"Then don't. "

"But I thought...? "

"Carrie, if there's one thing in this world you can't allow someone to do is let them judge you. Sure I said whatever but, do you think that's going to stop you? He'll no."

I laughed at that. It felt like he believed In me, at least he believed indirectly. He's not so much of a lunatic like how I imagined. His words were convincing and sharp. To know that he trusts me to do this, I can now belive in myself more than before.

"Tomorrow." He says.

"Tomorrow then. " I say.

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"Carrie, wake the hell up. It's eight ready!" I hear him murmur to my absence, I roll my eyes. I tie my converse shoes and head to the front door.

"Gosh, what takes you so long?" He looks at his wrist watch.

"Sorry for actually preparing, how bout you? Haven't taken a bath in years? Cause I smell it. " I whisper the last part and smile endlessly.

"Ha ha, hilarious. " He says dryly.

He start the car and we head toward the shooting place. I couldn't control it but I felt happy. It's like fulfilling a dream, sure it's clearly it's possible but, I mean... why not right?

This is going to be fun.... I hope.