Then I thought I completely skipped the fact that I was told to go the warehouse and I had dealt with that deranged lunatic in the boutique.
I dropped everything and asked Officer Darengers to take me to the Warehouse that's where most of the pain that has been done to me.
When we reached the warehouse I got out and walked to the front door that lead to the different storage and packaging rooms. When I reached to open the front door Officer Darengers asked if I needed his company he was so predictable.
I said "No." I didn't need any company I've been through a lot & I didn't need a man to protect me, but he insisted that he waited outside for me, he made me blush at how polite he was being, but that still didn't beat the fact that he was related to Tim.
When I walked in, there was another rotting meat smell just like the underground cavern that I was left to die in. I walked into the room where I had been mutilated. It had blood all over the floor, that's when I seen it.
Gina's dead body was laying right on the silver metal table that I was cut on but she was different than how me & Tim found her in the pond she was cut wide open with a piece of paper in the middle of her stomach.
On the outside part it read," Carly." In gold fine print. I hesitated before picking up the note. I couldn't imagine what sick thing it said on the inside but my curiosity killed me, I needed to know.
It read," They say the most natural thing in the world is a woman giving birth to a child." I crumbled the note and collapsed to the floor, I still haven't really coped the fact that I was having Tyler's baby, I would get an abortion but my mother didn't believe in those.
Officer Darengers came in, I didn't want him to see me like this, but wait. I'm always embarrassed for someone to see me and my faults & errors, but that was going to change, hiss hand was extended I pushed it away.
I was no loner going to always be scared of people seeing my errors, I didn't need help from men, Carly was going to ONLY HELP Carly.
I got myself together and got up, I picked up the note, and we walked out together. It started to rain and my whole body started to get wet.
Officer Darengers gave me his jacket, the minute we were in the car,
I said," What's your real name?" He replied "Yours." And kissed me on the lips, was I moving too fast? I mean. Were we moving too fast?
I blushed and kissed him back, I don't think I should've done that. But the home ride was romantic, as I glanced out the window so many thoughts about the baby, flooded my mind. I had to handle this baby, even though my mother was totally against abortions tonight when I get home, I needed something that could help me.
A Coat hanger.
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A Living Fancy
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