The odd one

Chapter 14

I pulled into the parking lot and rushed into the store. I knew what she- they could do. Any minute and Bryce could be dead. There is no way that I will let her- them, kill another person.

She needs help. But can she? I can't help but question myself. Can she get help? Or is she too far gone.

My thoughts raced as I walked too the aisle with the nanny cams. I grabbed 5 cameras. 3 medium sized and 2 small ones. Then I headed too grab the milk.

One for her room. One for the kitchen. One for the living room. One for the dining room. And one for my room. I counted the cameras and where each one would go in my head.

One tiny in her room and one in mine. The medium ones go every where else. That makes sense. I nodded too my self.

"274 .54 cent." My thoughts were interrupted by the cashier who had been ringing me up.

"I'm sorry um 274 and umm what?" I brought my focus too her.

"274 .54 cent." She restated.

"Oh." I grabbed my credit card out and swiped it and signed my signature.

I hustled out as quickly as possible. I could only imagine what was happening at home. Was she being normal like she occasionally does or was she letting her friends take control? I don't know. I don't know. But I need too. Why her? She was a normal little kid who survived a car crash and lost her parents! She had too get over them and then get taken over?! She was my little angel! She still is, No matter what.

She is an angel. She survived something no other child could of-.

I stopped my thought when I came too my realization. She didn't survive.

Maybe she died. And they took over her body. No it can't be possible. No I'm wrong. Just a crazy thought. A real real crazy thought.

But could I ignore it? I don't think I could. I was confused but sure that the thought was right at the same time.

My head still spun though. Whether I was right or wrong. Between her and my aunt and the physiatrist it was all too much.

Another thought still ran threw my head as well. If she did all of this could she be arrested with murder?

I don't think so, no that can't be it. There is no way a 4 year old could be held accountable. Whoever they are could though. All of what was happening was there fault.

Or maybe I was just blaming them because it's really my fault. I knew deep down it wasn't my fault. At the time I just needed something actually believable something my that seemed normal too mask what was really happening.