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Chapter 9

~Camille~

Me and Shawn arrived at the house I was staying at with all of the guys. We unlocked the door with Esther on Shawn's back, and walked into the room with all of the guys. They're heads spun toward Esther, and the little girl got overwhelmed.

"GUYS! GUYS! She's overwhelmed!" I snapped at them. Yet they all stood up and ran to us.

"Shawn, take her to the kitchen." I ordered. He left with Esther and I was left with 9 confused boys.

"Okay. So I was riding my longboard to meet Shawn at the park, when I saw that little girl, Esther, walking alone. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me her father killed her mother, so she ran away. I told her we would help arrest her father, and take her hone with me. So, here I am. And yeah."

"Okay, what are we going to do with her?" Nash asked. I looked at the kitchen, then at the boys again.

"We can't put her in an orphanage the poor girl has had enough trouble." I said, trying not to let my broken heart be shown with emotion.

"We have to bring her to the police department though, right?" Cam asked. I could see through all the boys, that she broke their hearts as well.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"We have to go then!" Nash stated!

"I know, but only me and Shawn. She doesn't know you guys." They all agreed. I went into the kitchen to see Shawn playing with Esther, like she was her father. It was cute I wouldn't help but laugh. Shawn looked at me, and I saw that he loved her a lot.

"We gotta take her to the police." I said. He nodded.

"Come on, Esther! We're gonna go make your father go bye-bye!" I said and we took her hands. Shawn held one, and I held one. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling. We walked out and all of the boys were in the same place as I had left them.

"Esther, these are more f my friends, Nash, Cameron, Matthew, Taylor, Jack J, Jack G, Aaron, Carter and Hayes." I said. They all waved at her. She smiled her toothy smile, and I chuckled at her cuteness. I waved bye at the guys and me and Shawn left. I remembered the street that I had met Esther at so we could find her house. We drove by the park, and all the houses, until we went downtown, to the Los Angeles Police Department. I took Esther's hand and we walked into a big building. At the front desk when we entered, there stood a lady, and a man in a police uniform. I went up and talked to both of them.

"Um, so something happened to this girl and her father, who should we talk to?" I asked. The lady let off a a warm smile. The policeman looked at me. Then he said,

"Did the father do any sort of murder?" He asked. His voice was soft and sweet. He didn't sound like a police officer.

"Yes, officer. He, shot, this girl's mother. Her father murdered her mother." I said. He looked at me, then Esther, then Shawn.

"Then you need to talk to me." He pulled us into a room, with comfy chairs. We sat down and the officer started to talk to us.

"Well, hello my name is Officer Coltan. I am the official of murdered deaths in this part of the USA. I would very much like to hear from this little lady, but you may stay." He said. We nodded and he turned his head to Esther.

"Hi, sweetie, what's your name?" He asked in his sweet voice.

"Esther Kyto." She answered. His face grew dark.

"Esther, tell me what happened."

"My mommy and daddy were yelling at eachother, my mommy said my daddy was a killer, and my daddy saying mommy was a bad-word." She said.

"And then I went down the stairs and saw my daddy shoot my mommy with a gun. I ran out of the house before my daddy could shoot me, and then I met my new best friend Cami! She told me she would help me, and took me to meet her friend Shawn! They took me to their home, and met their friends. Then they took me in their car, and we drove to this cool building." She finished. She sounded strong, but her eyes told otherwise. The officer nodded.

"Esther, your father is a mean man. He has killed more people than just your mother. We need your home address." He said.

"I know where we found Esther." I said. He looked at me and stood up. "

"Then let's go." He said.