Unspoken Demises (ON HOLD)

Unspoken Demises chp.6

After I got off the elevator and into the lobbby, all I saw was a complete and utter mess. Agent Higgins had his hand on his crotch apparently still in pain from what I'm guessing is getting hit there. Then it hit me. How did Maxine get into my office? No way she was able to dodge all of these trained NSA agents. There is no way in hell she was able to, she is just seventeen. But it is Maxine and she is being accussed of murder so her age doesn't matter. I went up to ask Agent Higgins what had happened here, so I can be sure.

"There was this... crazy psycho bitch..." he kept stopping because of the pain and I was about to tell him it's ok that I'll ask someone else but he continued, "she was... like some kind of ninja... she had a look on her eyes that said 'Move! I have someone to kill'... that is what got all of us on edge... but she dodged every bullet pointed her way... she kicked me on the balls... and knocked out Agent Toffer's gun out of his hand took it and ran up the stairs..." he opened his mouth to say something else, but I cut him off.

"Thanks Agent Higgins, make sure you get yourself checked up, what if she damaged your little man?" I said laughing a little at the end.

"Not funny, I have a reputation to maintain, and he isn't little!" I laughed after he said that, but then I got serious after what he said next.

"If I see that bitch again I won't hesitate on shooting her."

A weird feeling surged through me. A feeling I hadn't felt since that one time when Maxine was five and in her first day of kindergarten some guy pushed her off the swing. She was going to push him or hit him, but I felt protective over her and I went and punched the five year old boy in the face, even though I was ten years older than him, and got into way more trouble than if Maxine would have, but I didn't want her to get into any trouble. Ever since that day no bullies ever tried to mess with her. I felt like punching Agents Higgins in the face, but controlled myself and reminded myself to not feel protective of her because she is the MAIN suspect of a murder investigation. I turned around and headed to Starbucks. I really needed coffee ASAP.

 As I was drinking my coffee I couldn't help, but wonder where exactly did my sister live after I left. I began wondering what made her turn up in those horrible streets. Her apartment was gross and small. Why had she been living in that filth she called her house? I wanted, no needed to find out more of what happened to her afterwards. I'm going to go back to my childhood home and find out exactly what happened to her. I got up and headed back to the office to get some stuff before getting the impala and driving back in time, my childhood time.

                                                             **     **     **     **

As I was driving down the quiet empty streets, all I could do is remember, not the happy memories, but the day I left. I tried to push that memory in the back of my head, but it kept pushing itself back up. I froze for a moment. I froze right in front of my old driveway. The same driveway where I had last seen Maxine. Seven year old Maxine in her green pajamas running out the door crying for me not to let her go, but I couldn't stay because...

"Oh, my dear! Please tell me you are who I think it is!," an older lady yelled as she stepped closer to the impala, "I could recognize that car anywhere." She finally reached my car and stood next to my rolled down window and smiled a smile that was so neighborly.

"Hello Mrs. Welch, long time no see." I replied with a small smile.

"I know! You were like what seventeen when I last saw you, what was that ten years ago?"

"Umm yeah, yeah ten years ago. Umm Mrs. Welch can I umm can I ask you some questions?" It felt a little hard to ask her that I don't know why.

"Of course Mathew come on in."