Chapter 9 (Lilly)

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Katy quickly called the ambulance. Alex's face was lifeless and all I could do is look down upon him. Neighbors stood outside their porches looking to see what happened.

I ran my fingers through is nicely combed hair. Blood getting on my hands, but it was the least of my worries. I knew he was dead. He had stopped breathing once that gun went at his heart.

Nobody could speak and even found a tear running down Katy's face as she gave our address over the phone. It was silent for a long time.

I get up and leave his body on the ground. I decide to go look for my phone. I run up the steps to the door still out of breath.

Hesitant to open the door I do so anyway. I see the couch where the scene replayed over again in my head. My mind started wondering in dark places. Does he hide drugs around his house?

I take in all the surroundings that now haunt me. The scene replays in my mind. I quickly shake off the memory and look around. I run up the stairs to find my phone.

Slowly opening up the drawer uncovered my phone, weed, beer and xanax. I held back the tears that was about to spill. All I could do is stare. I snap back into reality hearing the sirens outside.

Quickly picking up my phone I run outside. I look back at the bookshelf. Couldn't help but notice the pictures. I walk on over there. One picture was of me when I was 2. Another was the family when I was 5. Many more pictures of people that I didn't know.

I take the family picture and shove it in my hoodie to examine later. The police open up the door, I turn around.

"Who are you?" One of them called out.

"I'm Lilly, Alex's little sister"

"What happened?" I start explaining everything that happened with me and him, excluding the sex part.

"Can you get out so we can look around?" I do as they say and meet up with Katy. 

"Katy! I got my phone, but it's dead..." I look back at the phone's black screen. My aunt must be worried so sick. 

"I found a charger, here, plug it in right there" The phone lit up with light.

After what seemed like an hour, really just 30 minutes I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I scrolled miles of missed calls from many of my friends. Messages, Snaps, it was all there. 

An ambulance showed up and rushed to get Alex's dead body off the cement. I carefully watched them lift him up and take him away. But I noticed something was off. Something that was missing.

I shook it off and persuaded Katy to take me home. To were I belong. The place where I should have never gone out. It was all a mistake.

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3:17 AM

I lay in my bed alone, replaying the catastrophe in my head over and over. I couldn't sleep, even if I wanted to. Rolling over to the clock I see a new text message.

Lilly. I miss you so so very much and what happened should of never happened. Many things were wrong. I would of given up anything to be with you. Even if it did mean losing you as a lover. But maybe more as a sister. I was just lonely day after day having all these thots in my house looking for my money and weed. Anywho, I just want to let you know I'll always be there when you call on me. Just give me a chance and we can make this all better. Love you.

It was Alex's old number. I thought I was dreaming. Had to be. A dead person cant send you a text.

Unless, they are still alive.

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