"What the heck do you mean, you know where my uncle is?" Bella was close to losing it.
"Exactly that," Joseph, Bella swore, was doing this to see how mad she could actually get.
"And you couldn't have mentioned this before?" Bella glared at him with burning eyes.
"It never came up," Joseph said, acting as though he was talking about the weather, or something unimportant.
"It never came up? Is that the best excuse you've got? What the heck do you think we were doing this whole damn time?" Bella, Margo thought, was somewhat close to actually pulling her hair out.
"If you calm down a little Bella, I will tell you. But not while you have that attitude." Joseph was now acting like a five year old who wasn't getting what he wanted.
"Fine." Bella forced a smile, that did not look at all comforting.
"Actually, you can go back to angry Bella. Fake-smile Bella is kinda creepin' me out." Joseph, Margo could tell, was being annoying now on purpose.
"Just tell us." Bella hissed menacingly.
"Okay, okay! He's in the Big Apple, in case you don't know what that is, New York." Joseph replied, apparently satisfied with Bella's reaction.
"NEW YORK?" Bella cried out, "How the hell are we supposed to get to NEW YORK?!"
Joseph shrugged, "I dunno, I'm not a pilot."
"Right now Joseph, I don't care what you are, you're gonna find us a way to get to New York before I decide to kick your ass all the way to freaking New York." Bella threatened. If it hadn't been practically impossible to do so, Margo reckoned that Bella would have kicked Joseph all the way to New York.
"Fine. But I'll have to ask Matt first." Joseph shrugged.
"Matt? Why Matt?" Margo asked.
"Well, you may not believe it, but even we gangsters have higher members. And Unfortunately, Matt is higher in the food chain than me," Joseph replied, looking kinda shocked. He seemed to have forgotten all about Margo.
"That's just great." Bella replied sarcastically, "All we needed was to talk to Matt about flying to freaking New York."
"Well, do you have a better idea?" Joseph snapped.
"Shut up, both of you. We can do that after. Right now we need to make sure that Teresa isn't dead." Margo crossed her arms. She was in no mood for Bella and Joseph's arguments.
"Fine." Bella and Joseph both snapped simultaneously. Then Bella sat back in her seat with a huff while Joseph turned around with a grunt.
- - -
Teresa could feel nothing but pain. Mentally and physically. She was sure she was close. Close to dying. She was sure she'd never see Bella or Margo again. What will they tell my parents? What will happen to my brothers?
Teresa shuddered. Or she would have if he wasn't in immense pain. She suddenly found herself thinking about Carlo. How could he do this to me? I thought he was my best friend.
She remembered how she felt when Carlo pulled out that gun. How terrified she felt. How scared she felt. How much disbelief. How she wished the memory would go away. She remembered what the last things she thought were as he shot her. Mum. Dad. Geno. Julian. Joel. Joseph. Bella. Margo. All the people she loved and the people who had helped her through the toughest challenges she had ever faced.
Suddenly life wasn't as long as it seemed.
What have I done? What have I done to the safety of my family? How will they ever have a normal life after what I did to them?
Teresa could only think these words as the doctors placed a gas mask over her mouth and nose.
And the world went black.
- - -
Carlo was running once again. This time not to get away. He was close now.
Talua St.
He was close now. Just a few more houses...
10.... 12... 14....
He slowed his pace. He did not have much farther to go.
18... 20...
Finally he turned. 22 Talua St. He was home. And he new he was in the one place that would welcome him. He knocked on the door several times. In a specific pattern.
The door opened, showing a room where furniture had been thrown all about. Broken glass splattered all over the floor. The chairs' legs had all been snapped. The only piece of unbroken furniture was one coffee table, holding a phone. He went over to it and dialled a familiar number.
"Hello?" a woman's voice came over the phone.
"It's me." Carlo spoke into the receiver.
"Is it done?" the woman asked.
"One down... two to go." Carlo smiled.
"Good... very good..."
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Innocent Fugitive
Fiksi Umum"My name is Teresa Villa and I will not, repeat, WILL NOT help a fugitive," Teresa is a sixteen year old girl with a complicated life. She has three dependant brothers and one of them has a serious medical condition. Her best friend Margo turns out...
