Murder

Chapter 20- Bang

My door slams against the wall and Rob's at my side in a heartbeat, looking really worried. Why does my throat hurt? "Are you alright? You were screaming, did you have a nightmare?" he asked. I nod my head. "Yes to what? Everything?" he asked. I nod again, my throat hurts from screaming, and I'm out of breath, so I'd rather not talk. He hugs me. "Don't worry, you're alright. It's okay." he said. I sigh and slow my breathing, trying to calm my nerves. I suddenly remember, and almost jump out of his arms. "What is it?" he asks. "I have to go to the police station! I uh, remember something that can help them!" I yelled, because I'm already out of the room and running down the hallway. "Well let me drive you!" he yelled. "That's a waste of gas!" I run out of the house and down the sidewalk, every step causing me to get one step closer to the police station.

I get to the police station and run through the door. "Yes can I help you?" the guy at the front desk said. It's that fat cop from the other day, I wonder what he's doing at the desk. "I need to talk to the detectives I talked to last time." I said. "Oh you're the girl with the dead brother." he said, and went to the back to get them. The girl with the dead brother, that's a name. It's a horrible name, but at least he recognized me so I didn't need to go over everything again.

Minutes go by and the detectives are finally out. "You called?" the man looked at me. "I want to talk to the sketch guy again. I remembered more." I said. They led me to the back and towards the sketch pad that was on a desk with a bunch of pencils and colored pencils next to it. "You remember more?" the same man from last time asked, sitting at his desk. I nod and he opens one of his desk drawers, and looks for something in the file labeled "K" which is I guess where he has my sketch. He pulls out a paper and shows it to me. "Is this the sketch we worked on last time?" he asked. I nod. "Ok, so what do you remember?" he asked, and picked up a pencil. "His shirt was navy blue, he had dark jeans, a dark brown leather belt, and chocolate colored work boots." I said. He nodded and began to color on the sketch. When he was done, he asked if there was anything else. "His hair is dark brown with a few gray hairs, and his skin is pale." I said. He nodded, and I got up to leave. "I'll let you know if I remember anything else." I walk out and back towards Rob's house. I decide to take my time, I bolted outta there so fast, I still need to catch my breath. I decide to walk at a slow pace, and keep an eye out for Emily at the same time. A white toyota truck speeds past me. Whoever it is looks like they're in a hurry. They're long gone after a few minutes, and I've barely moved. Then I hear a loud "bang" like a gunshot coming from the direction of Rob's house, and I take off towards it.

I get to the house in under two minutes and I see another broken window. Somebody is screaming in agony. I run inside. Rob's clutching his chest, and his fingers and shirt are soaked in blood. Darrel's on the phone, calling for an ambulance. I fall to my knees and look at him. He smiled up at me. "Hey kid. It's gonna be okay." he said, but there's a pained, scared expression in his eyes. "I know, you're gonna be ok." I smiled at him, but tears started streaming down my face. "Don't cry, I don't like when you're sad." he said. I hear sirens, that must be the ambulance. "Don't worry, you'll be ok, help is coming." I said. He nods, and his smile grows real wide. The EMTs burst through the door, and Rob's eyes go dull, his hand falls, and his body goes limp. "No! No don't die! You can't be dead!" I screamed. The EMTs made me back up, they put him on one of those boards and lifted him into the ambulance. "Is anybody riding with him?" one of them asked. Darrel nodded. "You stay here, I'll come get you once we find out anything." he said, looking at me with such a pained expression. Not him. I can't lose Russ and Rob, I just can't.