TITLE:FAYETTEVILLE
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"What are you talking about?" Zach responded
in a snippy voice.
"Get away from me," Kathrine's voice was
changing from a whisper to almost a
scream. Her bottom lip was starting to
quiver. Trauma and nerves come together,
and she couldn't get the image of that night
out of her head.
"Just trust me. Look," Zach said as he
reached into his pockets and emptied them.
He opened his hands to show her... empty.
Nothing. "I don't want to hurt you. I can't hurt
you. We're here to look for Derrick's stuff.
We need to get in his car. Why would I do
this?"
Kathrine froze... not knowing what Zach's
intentions were. She thought of how things
were back in Florida. She thought she had
gotten away from the sudden anxiety
attacks... but it looked like they were back.
"Breathe. In and out. In and out," he told her.
She looked around... nothing. He didn't have
anything to hurt her with, and she had to
trust someone, even if she didn't believe it.
"I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. It's okay," Zach apologized. He
wasn't quite sure what he did to cause this,
but he still wanted to say sorry.
"Do you still want to dig around in his car?"
Kathrine asked.
He paused... "If you still want to..." he said,
hoping she still wanted to, too.
"Yeah, sure."
They bent over as they got closer to Derrick's
house. There was only one light on inside...
the TV. The different colors of light and
constant change was unpredictable, but it
wasn't anywhere near bright enough to see
Kathrine and Zach.
They crept to the door. Please, you're pretty
dumb, Derrick ... don't tell me you locked
your car , Kathrine thought. She coiled her
fingers around the cold door handle.
Click.
The metal separated and revealed the interior.
The light turned on, and Kathrine slammed
her hand on the roof, searching for the
switch to turn it off. Zach was on the other
side of the car, looking through the
passenger side window. His side was locked.
"Here." Kathrine hit the unlock button after
turning the lights off.
"Wait, I'm not sure what I'm looking for..."
Zach said.
"A crowbar," she swallowed her fear, "It was
a crowbar."
Kathrine started digging in the console
between the seats while Zach dug into the
glove department.
"Ew," she said.
"What is it?"
"Snot rags. Ugh," she shook her hand away.
Zach started laughing, then looked up at the
house. Too loud , he thought.
Kathrine turned and starting looking in the
backseat, "I hate this car."
She started feeling around in the seats, then
to the floorboard. Her fingers ran over the
carpet. A bottle. A bag. Then, something
metal... she grabbed the cold object and
pulled it closer to the window, using the
moonlight to see.
"Oh, my God."
A crowbar. Not just any crowbar. A crowbar
covered in dry blood.
