A Dude like her✔️

Chapter Twenty-One|| Bipolar Bitch

Chapter Twenty-One|| Bipolar Bitch

"Do you remember what you were doing on that side of town, Miss. Collins?" Officer Thomson asked with a raised eyebrow.

I hadn't seen Sam at all, I didn't know what he had told the police, and I didn't know what I was supposed to do, so basically, I was fucked.

"Uh, yeah, I was going to Jc Penny to get these really nice shoes," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Did you happen to see the shooter?" He asked again.

"Nope," I said as I shrugged my shoulders, "I never saw anyone."

The officer wrote down on his notepad and furrowed his eyebrows.

"It could have been a wild shot, Thomson, from the guy who shot that other kid in room 203, it was around the same time," The other police guy said.

I raised my eyebrows. "Some other kid was shot?"

Officer Thomson nodded, "Yeah, I think his name was Israel? Ismael? Islam?-"

"Isaiah!" The other cop exclaimed.

My blood ran cold and my eyes widened.

Isaiah had gotten shot?

"Is he okay?" I questioned, I fought the ball that was rising in my throat.

"Oh, no, the boy died," Officer Thomson said as he stood up, "Before he even got the the hospital, actually, he lost a lot of blood."

"D-Did you catch the man responsible?"

Officer Riley shook his head. "No such luck, there were no finger pr-"

Officer Thomson slapped the back of his head. "It's an open case, dipshit, you just don't go blurting it out."

"Have a nice recovery Miss, we'll inform your family if we have any suspects!" Officer Riley informed as he rubbed the back of his head. Then they both exited the room, leaving me alone.

My father had left for work, my brother was at school and my mother had taken the day off but was downstairs getting me some soup.

I felt tears run down my cheeks. I couldn't believe it.

"You know, most people stay at home, avoid trouble, but you just can't help it, can you?"

I turned to the door and spotted Sam, playing with his keys.

"Isaiah is dead," I said, only loud enough for him to hear.

Sam sighed and sat next to me. "A simple hey would have been appreciated."

"Did you not hear what I just said?"

He winced. "I know, I'm going to go kill that son of a bitch, his death won't be in vain."

I shook my head furiously and snatched the keys from his hand. "You're not going anywhere, Death told me-"

"Death?"

"Yeah, asshat, Death told me that I had to stop you from dying so he didn't have to do extra paper work, that's why he let me live! Then the purple teddy bear-"