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Chapter 41

Ronald just stands there with his mouth ajar in shocked not answering me. So, Marty goes up to him and pushes him. Ronald put Marty on his shit as expected, but it was the only way to get his attention. That's like a weird pattern with this family. In order to bring them back from their trance, we have to touch them. What the fuck is up with that?

"My fault, man." Ronald apologizes helping Marty up to his feet. "You can't be coming up on me like that like I don't have the skills to kill you in a half a second."

"Yeah. I know." Marty groans while gripping his back.

"You Good?" Everybody except me asked him, I wasn't really in the mood to speak. Marty gave a thumbs-up as he sat down on the couch.

"Is she breathing?" Ronald asked, finally getting back to matter at hand.

"No, she's not." I whimpered.

"Did you Guys check my mother's pulse?"

"Nooo," Corrine said slowly.

"What does that have to do with this?" Casey asks motioning towards Naomi's dead body lying on the floor.

"Everything." He rushes over to his mother side gripping her wrist checking her pulse then shaking his head clarifying that she doesn't have a pulse either.

"No disrespect," Corrine spoke I'm already knowing hella disrespect is to come.

"Everything," he repeats himself, his tone sterner. "I'll need some peroxide, some alcohol, a sharp knife and lots of towels. I don't care who gets it just go get it," he demands to pull down her shirt analyzing how deep her wounds are and if the bullet went in and came straight out or not.

We all raised an eyebrow exchange looks between each other wondering the same thing,  'Who the hell was this kid talking to?'

He looks over his shoulder noticing we haven't moved an inch.

"Do you want Naomi to die or not?" he sighs looking over his shoulder.

"I frankly don't care if she dies or not."

"Corrine?" Casey nudges her in her arm as I immediately shot darts at her with my eyes.

"Ouchhhhh!" her dramatic ass whines while frowning at him as Casey's nodding his head in my direction. She turns around meeting my glares.

"What?" she chuckles lightly. "I was just kidding." she lies. I twist my lips up at her while still holding my glares. She looks around at everyone else who also is giving her that look as to say, "Your ass know you're lying." Even Ronald knew her ass was lying.

"Whatever." she fucks all of us off by giving us the middle finger. "Let's go get the shit to save them." All of them except me oblige and went to get the things that Ronald needs. I stay behind to start with Naomi and Ask questions because I was still a little confused.

"How is saving your mom going to save Naomi?" I asked running my finger through hers.

"I'm not sure if I should be telling you this because it could get you in a lot of trouble."

"I already know that you and your family biggest secret which can get me killed, so trouble isn't the word."

"That's true. Kelenna and Naomi are linked." he rips the blood t-shirt off of her preparing for the procedure.

"Linked?"

"Linked," he repeats nodding his head.

"What does that even means?"

"It means that whatever one feels the other one also feels."

"How is that possible? That's not possible."

"It's possible in your world, but it is in ours." Ronald grabs the sharp blade from Marty and Thanks to him for it.

"How so?"

"Naomi has the ability to share things such as thoughts, emotions, feelings, and sometimes pain with anyone or anything she touches."

"Like Shapeshifting? Or Telepathy?" Marty's mouth ajar with surprise.

"Both."

"How did she gain these powers? Are you and Ty'ann like that too?" I ask curiously.

"No, we're not like that and away. And that's a question you'll have to ask her not me."

"I did know how many you needed so I brought a lot." Corrine hands the towels to Marty.

"It doesn't matter, thank you," he says to Corrine grabbing the towels from her.

"So, Naomi's a double agent and has the power to shapeshift slash telepathy," Marty says slowly. "Awesomeeeeeeee." he dragged out.

"A shapeshifter?" Corrine's eyebrows furrowed.

"A shapeshifter?" Casey returns carrying three different items: peroxide, green alcohol, and a bottle of Scotch. "That's real."

"Yes." Ronald snatches the bottle of peroxide and scotch from his hands as Casey glares at him as if he wanted to do something but decides against it. His scary ass.

"Who's a shapeshifter?" He asks.

"Her." Corrine points at Naomi.

"Damn. You're a girl just got so much hotter." He simpered as Corrine and I both smacked him upside his head.

I can't lie it did make her so much hotter than before. She's so special literally. I can't remember if she has ever touched me and was able to get inside of my head. But if she were then she already knows about that and she also knows my family secret. I wonder why she has never questioned me about it though.

"And she's not even my girl." I looked down at her, "At least not yet." I muttered as I ran my the back of my hand across her cheek.

Ronald poured some of the scotch on her wound followed by some peroxide. He then did the same thing to the blade of his knife before pushing it deep inside the wounded area. The shit looked nasty. Seeing all of that foam and blood flowing out of her like that, it made me wince. I hope he knows what the hell he's doing, because if-

"Got it." He says as a bullet pops out of her then he placed it on the floor.

Aw, okay. Good this kid knows what he's doing.

He does the same thing with her other wound. Now, all we have to do is wait for them to wake up. Please, Naomi, wake up. Please.

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