Wished

22. Little Red Shed

Everything happens slowly. Actually, I'm not one hundred percent sure what happened.

When we, or, Newal, kicked down the door, two teenagers jumped up, panic in their eyes. I recognized one as the boy who watched me in the house, the one with the knife and hands and his trademark smirk. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

I shove through the door, adrenaline pumping and hands shaking, but I don't hesitate. I raise my fist, and it comes in contact with his jaw. I twist his arm back, and hold the knife to this throat. Part of me is applauding myself, and wondering how I learned to do that, while the other part of me is scared. I am scared that I know how to do this. Scared that I'm holding a knife to someone's throat. But I'm impressed by myself too.

Newal let's out a whistle, while Zara smiles sweetly, innocently, at them. But she's quick to act, and launches herself at the other boy, pinning him to the ground, leaving Newal standing at the doorway.

"Don't move." Zara spits out, and I still see the hint of a smile at the boys mouth.

"You and your friend are quite impressive. Fast. Dangerous. That's sexy."

"I will drive this knife into your chest." I ground out, and Newal is over him too, knife out, pointed at him.

"If you say one more word, I'll help kill you." He says, and grabs my phone out of my hand.

Zara's boy struggles, but she elbows him in the chest and he stops quickly. I hear Newal's voice at some point, telling the police where we are, and that we have gotten two of the murderers/robbers.

I don't think that it's even five minutes later before sirens blare in our ears and there's guns pointed at the boys who can't move, won't move. I don't understand why'd they do this. They could have had so much more in life.

The police handcuff them, bringing them to the cars that are parked in the middle of the woods on a trail. Newal says something to the police and then Toby, Maria, Jordan and Ruth come over. Zara stands by me, wrapping her arms around. I don't hear what they say to the police, but I recognize one as Officer Smitch, and I'm brought back to a day that felt so long ago, when life felt so simple, before I had scars.

I can never go back. Never.

I wrap my arms around Zara, closing my eyes and dropping the knife. Adrenaline runs out so fast; rage never lasts forever. I made it practically impossible for these two boys to get a job, live a life. But they would've killed me; they would've hurt me, they would've hurt others, so I'm helping, I'm helping, I'm helping. I repeat this line to myself over and over and I make sure my eyes stay dry. I will not cry because I am stronger then that.

I clear my mind, blink my eyes, put a blank expression on. I let go of Zara and we walk to the others and we walk in silence through the small path, standing together.

We leave the little red shed, but we will not stop looking for the others, no matter what. We will find them.

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A/N: That sounded like it would be the end of the book but it's not, don't worry. There will be more. I'm hoping that I'll get more written soon, but for now, this is all I have, but I hope you enjoyed!