I sniffle and try to gather myself. When I finally stop crying, I push myself off the ground. I reach for a bottle of water and gulp it down. I drink nearly the whole thing, not realizing how thirsty I was.
When I'm finished, I stand. I grab the grocery bags and slowly, ever so slowly move my tired body out of the alleyway. I have dried blood on my back. My shirt is ripped and I have blood trickling slowly down my legs but I don't care. I've lost all feeling; emotion, physical, everything. I feel numb. I feel like a zombie as I leave the alley.
George's driver pulls out of the parking lot and drives towards me. He jumps out to grab my bags but stops when he takes me in. His eyes travel from my messed up hair, to my ripped shirt, twisted skirt, the blood, and my feet. He pointed to them and I looked down. I only had one shoe on. Huh. He grabs the bags from my hands and throws them into the car. He turns and quickly ushers me into the car. He buckles me in and runs around, hopping in his seat and speeding away. He drives quickly towards George's house. He glances continuously in the rearview mirror, both at me and to make sure no one was following us.
JOE'S POV
I watch the driver man jump out and help her into the car. They don't know I'm watching. I'm hidden in a crevice behind them a ways. When the car speeds off, I walk out and head down the alleyway where she came out of. I look and see an empty water bottle. Good, I think. Very good.
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DUN DUN DUUUN! *Laughs wickedly as you are left in suspense*
