In The Name Of Trouble

Chapter 55

"You dead?"

"Fuck off Ginger. I hate you."

"Did they kill you?"

"Fuck you."

"Need an ambulance?"

"FUCK YOU!!!!" She hung up and looked at shocked faces of the five kids. She realized that they were still with her in the car.

"Watcha lookin at? Get off, we're here." Everyone got off one by one. Rylie was the last one to get off. Cash put her hand in front of her and blocked her path.

"Its between us ok kid?"

"Yeah ok. Bye Cash." She whispered and jumped off the car. Cash drove back to the house.

She unlocked the door and opened it to find Julie standing and holding something in her hand.

"Hey Julie aren't you sup- Put that down girl!!! Put the goddamn thing down now Julie!!!" Julie pointed it at her own face. Cash didn't recall keeping her gun out. But then realized she had changed.

"No!!! JULIE!!!....... Sweetie..... You're gonna blow your face off." She slowly approached her with both her hands in front of her. Julie looked at her and pointed the gun at her. Cash froze.

"Julie... Honey... Sweetie.... PUT THE GUN- AAAAAAGH!!!! SHIT!!! SHIT!!!! SHIT!!!! I'M DYING!!! Gimme that!!!" She fell down and clutched her bleeding leg. Julie came close to her, her innocent face couldn't comprehend what just happened. Cash snatched the gun from her.

Julie began to scream. Cash gave her the gun but she wouldn't shut up. She kept pointing at her leg which began to bleed all over the wooden floors.

"Oh sorry Julie!!! Honey just look away!!!" She tried to get up and immediately fell on the couch, she finally got up and carried Julie to her room. Climbing the stairs was impossible so she tucked her up in the couch but she wouldn't sleep. Tears flowed through her eyes and she kept looking at her leg.

"Honey please sleep. I need to go to the washroom and see if you guys have a first aid kit. Its ok Julie, its happened to me countless times. Why am I talking to you? You don't even understand me. Just.... Stay." She limped her way to the bathroom and turned it upside down. She finally found some gauze but not enough. She took a scissor and cut her jeans a bit so that she could easily treat it. 

She hissed when the gauze touched her wound. The bleeding wouldn't stop, damn she chose a good place to shoot. How can I forget to put the lock on it? Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. She kept muttering as the white tiles began turning crimson. She couldn't move anymore. She decided to stay in that position for some time.

Without her knowing, she fell asleep in the bathroom.