Found #2

Chapter Seveteen

Their house was actually clean, for one.

It was immaculate and pristine, with powder white walls and wooden furniture. I was surprised. I mean, we actually got into the house.

My heart did a little skip step, realizing that Keith would be back any moment. "C'mon." I mouthed to Kiersten. We snuck into a nearby closet with boards on the door so we could see out. The back door handle jiggled and in walked Keith. He looked the exact same as I remembered; except more tired-looking.

Seeing his face made my heart do a gymnastic flip straight into the pit of my stomach.

He looked so much like Marlon it hurt. My heart ached for the boy I once loved who was murdered. But I also hated him for being so reckless with his life. Why did he have to die? Why couldn't it have been me? He was so smart and kind when he wanted to be. Sadly, most people​ didn't get to see that side of him other than me. But now, Grayson was here to take his spot.

I shook those thoughts out of my head and focused on the task at hand.

"What are we going to do?" She whispered. I didn't reply. I was still thinking of it myself. It was way more easier said than done being in here. I didn't have the bravery and courage now that I had sneaking in. But I mustered enough to finally open the door and sneak into the hall closer to the pair of voices in the living room.

"...I should have cleaned up where I left off." It was Bill's voice.

"But you didn't. And now you left me with a whole bunch of shit to handle." Keith replied.

"Have you seen them?"

"No. But when I do, we'll finish what we started. Once and for all. I fucking hate that you dragged me into this."

"You dragged yourself into it! You knew what you were signing up for the minute that your brother died!" Bill smashed a fist against the table.

"Don't speak of him!" I heard a bunch of shuffling and clattering and then silence.

"Fine. We'll finish what we started. We just have to locate them first."

My cue.

I stepped into the living room to see the both of them sitting on a sofa, Bill with a cigarette in his hand and Keith looking heated.

Bill jumped up. "Not so fast." Kiersten said, pulling a large kitchen knife out from behind her back. Where did she even..?

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Keith snapped, fists balled.

"I could ask you both the same question," I pulled the pistol out and looked at it. "I guess being in jail doesn't stop you, huh?"

I wasn't afraid anymore. I fixed my eyes on Bill with as much anger and fury as I could muster. I wanted to shoot him for all the things he'd done. But I needed answers first.

"You bitches are crazy," Bill said, lighting a cigarette and sitting back down. As if he didn't care. Oh I was going to make him care.

I aimed the gun at his shoe and just pulled the trigger. The shot snapped, and made me stumble back a little. Bill yelled and jumped back up, taking a couple steps back. Sadly, I missed and hit a few inches away from my target. But it was enough to put a little fear in him.

Keith was standing as if he wanted to pounce on me but knew what could happen if he tried.

"You think I'm fucking playing?!" I was a mad woman. I was seeing red. "I want fucking answers NOW!" I was aiming the gun at the both of them, switching back and forth.

"Sit down in those chairs!" It was Kiersten. I was slightly surprised to hear her speak.

They slowly shuffled to two wooden chairs propped against the wall.

"If I don't get anything out of you both in the next two minutes, all hell is gonna break loose." I threatened, still aiming my gun at them.

Keith was freakishly silent, staring at me hard. I didn't want to look at him. It'd probably make me break down since he looked like Marlon so much. So I made my focal point Bill Ross. Kidnapper and uncle of yours truly.

"You ain't gettin' shit out of me bitch." Bill snapped.

"Get the ropes." I said. Kiersten pulled rope and duct tape out of my bookbag and several minutes later Keith and Bill were tied up.

"You think this is gonna scary me? You're a bunch of little girls. The only strength you have is that gun in your hand." Bill pestered.

Kiersten tilted her head. "Oh really?" She challenged. She walked over the coffee table and picked up a fresh cigarette and his lighter. I had no idea what she was about to do.

Kiersten flicked on the lighter and lit the cigarette. Then as quickly as it was lit, she jammed the hot cigarette directly into Bill's eyes and kept it there as he screamed and wailed, rocking back and forth in the chair.

"Hm. Guess this cigarette has strength too. Now tell us what the fuck is going on." Kiersten growled, throwing the cigarette butt on the floor.