Yancy's SKY (Completed)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

                I was walking to work when police sirens can be heard not far from where the pet store is.

                “What’s the news?” I asked Max as I got inside and Max was watching it.

                “Shooting incident” he said

                “Did the killer get caught?” I asked.

                “I hope he is.” Was Max’s answer

                Well, that’s a little creepy – walking to my house then someone would just shoot me with no apparent reason.

                “Hey Sky – I kind of arranged you a date with my son’s best friend Angelo – so please go to that date.” Max said

                “What? Again?” I asked him looking at him unbelievably.

                “Just do this for me Sky, my son has been good to you so don’t let him down.” He said.

                “No.” I said.

                “Day-off tomorrow.” He said.

                “Okay. But this is the last and I’m done.” I said.

                “Okay.  He’ll pick you at 3.” He said

                Chelsea the rabbit is my new best friend again. I was again talking to an animal.

                “Chelsea, how does it feel to be an animal? – I gave you food, do nothing and sleep.” I told her.

                “Of course. You won’t answer.” I said and gave her carrots.

                3pm came and I was waiting for this Angelo to come. He picked me on time with his car. And went to a coffee shop.

                “You’re beautiful.” He said

                “Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.” I answered.

                “So I’m Angelo Aplin and I’m 21.” He said.

                “I’m McKenzie Sky Pentecost and I’m 21 either” I said.

                “So who are you best friend with Max’s son?” I asked.

                “Daniel.” He answered.

                “Max and Daniel are good friends to me.” I said.

                “Yeah they told me.” He said

                “So why are you single?” I asked.

                “Uhhh.. I don’t know” he said then chuckled. Well, his cute but I can tell right now he’s not my type.

                I just went to the flow of match-date that Max is throwing me the fifth time.

                Angelo and I went to dinner until we realized it was late and he drove me home.

                I entered my house and went straight to the kitchen.

                “That’s weird.” I mumbled as I looked at a used glass that I know I never used.

                I just used another glass and drink water. I felt refreshed and tomorrow is my day-off.

                I went up and there were blood drops on my stairs. I panicked and got scared thinking it might be the killer who Max was talking about. My heart was racing, I grabbed a knife to the kitchen and bravely a.k.a stupidly went up to my bed room following the blood drops.

                I went straight to the bathroom and saw a man leaning on my bath tub, covered with blood and pointing a gun at me and I stood frozen, not knowing what to do. If he’ll shot me, I’d be grateful.

                Then I guess he saw me clearly and dropped the gun and the next thing I know I went to him stupidly.

                “Who are you?” I asked him pointing the knife to him. I was thinking that if he was the killer then he should’ve shot me when he had the chance.

                “Yancy.” He said and pulled his self to lean more on the tub.

                I couldn’t help but grab my med kit and help him.

                I was pulling bandages and said “You need to go to the hospital.”

                “No – please – just let me handle myself.” He said.

                “This is a gunshot.” I said starting to compose myself why am I helping him.

                But no – I grabbed my tweezers, sterilized it with alcohol.

                And he said “What are you doing?”

                “Med basics, you don’t want to go to the hospital so I am the hospital.” I said.

                I run down the kitchen grabbed Jack Daniel’s, run up and let him drink it.

                “Come on, drink it.” I said as I sterilized everything.

                I gave him a towel to bit while I pull the bullet on his shoulder. He was in deep pain and controlling his screams. After I removed it I started to clean his wounds and started to stitch it. He was silent and sweating hard.

                “What happened to you?” I asked him.

                “The less you know the better.” He said

                “Well, basically you broke into my house; I helped you and you’re weak.” I said.

                He was still silent. Every stitch hurts him.

                “Why are you helping me anyway?” he asked.

                “Because I’m stupid.” I answered.

                As he was moaning hard to every stitch.

                “You’re not a killer are you?” I asked.

                “I kill bad people.” He said.

                “What’s your name?” he asked

                “McKenzie Sky – just call me Kenzie or Sky – whatever you want.” I said as I was done with his wounds.

                I stood up let him lay in my bed and bandaged his hand. I was to stand when he grabbed my hand and say “Thank you”

                Then I heard the police siren.

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