Cheyenne's POV
"Are you going to be alright, girly?" Jill asks softly.
"Yeah. It's . . . It;s just been so long since I have talked about them. I never told anybody about what happened, besides the police that showed up and the paramedics."
"It's alright. Shane and I are here for you if you need to talk to anyone," Jillian pulls me in close.
"What happened to Carlos after we left?" I rmemeber him, trying not to panic.
"Oh, Carlos? Don't worry about him. His real name is Ichabod, anyways. After you passed out, Shane beat the living crap out of him. And I am not talking about throwing a few punches at the guy, either. I am talking about beating the guy with the power of holy h*llfire!" I can't help but laugh at the animated expression on Jill's face as she goes into deep description about how Shane beat Ichabod/Carlos up.
" . . . And he did one of those round house kick thingies, just like in the movies! Then, ooh, and then he kicked him in the," I allow Jill to rant about the action in vast description for about half an hour before I interrupt.
"So what about after Shane beat the sh*t out of Ichabod?"
"Oh! We called the cops, and everybody left in hurry, except Icahabod, who was busy being a wincing baby bleedin to daeth on the floor!"
"Oh my God! Shane didn't really beat the guy to death, did he?"
"No, sadly that isn't legal here, either. But you didn't even let me get to the biggest plot twist!"
Relaxing, I ask, "And what would that be?"
"Ichabod is really from Britain!" Now that was a surprise. His accent had been so reallistically Russian. Jill turned to randomly start reading the newspaper.
"When did you learn to read Portugese?"
"I didn't," Jillian looks at me, slightly confused.
"Then how are you supposed to read that?" I say, nodding at the paper.
"I am going to give you the same answer as I gave Shane," she huffs. "I do have eyes. I can look at the freaking pictures!" I can't help but laugh, and am only interrupted when Jill leaps to her feet form the foot of my bed and screeches, "Holy crap!!!!"
When she rushes out of the room, dazed, I follow her into Shane's room. I quickly wipe any remaining tears from my eyes and prey that they don't look to red and puffy. Trust me, the few times I have cried in my life had not been movie star crying scenes!
"Look at this!" Jillian cries out, melodramatically.
"What?" Shane and I ask Simutaneously.
Upon peering closer to the picture, I see that I am shown passed out on stage and Shane beating the crap out of Ichabod on stage.
A menina americana passa para fora no estágio, quando um outro americano masculino levar a cabo uma rixa com um turista britânico. Menina americana identificada como o assassino e o menino um fugitivo!
I translate part of the article for Jillian and Shane. "'American girl passes out on stage, while another male American pursues a brawl with a British tourist. American girl identified as murderer and the boy a runaway!'"
It is hard to see, but in the corner of the picture, Lilith's face is just apprehensiveable. What if Ichabod wasn't the one who really drugged me?
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The Sound of Their Presence
Teen FictionCheyenne is a normal girl. Aside from her little family secret that involves turning into a unicorn under certain circumstances. Shane is a normal boy. Aside from the fact that he is a unicorn hunter. When the two of them meet, duty could get in the...
