Between the Lines✔ [COMPLETED]

[22] A Different Perspective

Kyle

"We need to call an ambulance," I say, unloading the gun.

"What –and blow our cover, are you out of your mind?" Hayden exasperates.

"Then what are we supposed to do? I'm not leaving her there like that on the side of the road, Hayden."

"Why not? Who the hell is this girl? Do you know her? Why don't you just take her inside the house and kill her, too. She's a witness, Davidson."

"Screw you, man, you're no help! You don't know shit about her." 

I'm panicking. I get out of the car and run towards her –she's stopped moving.

Oh god, no. 

Is she breathing?

Is she still alive?

Fuck, I'm a science kid but I don't know how to do CPR.

"Open the back door of the car," I tell Hayden. 

"What? Kyle, just forget abou-"

"OPEN IT!" I yell at him. 

"Alright, alright, sheesh. I hope you have a good story to go with this."

I bend to stoop beside her. I feel her pulse. She's still alive –but she's not breathing. "We have to get her to a hospital. We have to get her there ourselves."

I pick her up in my arms. "Fuck, Malory, why do you always do shit like this?"

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She's been taken away from me and nurses and doctors are attending to her. 

She saw me commit murder. She saw me shoot a person –a woman –an individual.

I shot someone. I killed someone. I killed someone. 

As far as they know, she was training in the park for athletics and ran too much. To Hayden and I, she blacked out after witnessing a murder –after witnessing me commit murder.

What's she going to think now? What's she going to say? She's going to tell someone. She's going to tell someone. I fidget in the waiting room chair, my foot tapping on the floor in anxiety, my hands shaking. It's way too cold outside for me to even consider getting some fresh air. Hayden paces the floors in front of me. 

"So," Hayden says. "Who is she? Clearly you know her. Clearly she knows you to have followed us there."

Do I want to tell him?

Should I tell him?

"What's your secret?" I ask. "I'll tell you who she is if you tell me your secret. So we're even."
He sits beside me and folds his arms. "Ace has juice on all of us. You know this. He isn't going to stop running the organisation, even after he's long gone. He's got you in the process of learning how to continue it –doesn't he? You'll probably find out eventually. I don't need to tell you right now."

"Then I won't tell you who she is," I say. "All I can tell you is that there's no way Ace can ever find out about her. And why would you say something like that? It's not like I want to take over this mess."

"What would Ace do if you don't?" He asks me.

"He's got people planted like cues for everything," my voice hushes to a whisper. "If I didn't do what I did this evening, he'd have ordered all five of you guys to kill me. Why do you think you were all ordered to wait at my house?"