The Best Revenge

Chapter Eight

I unlock my phone and dial my moms number.

"Mom? I uh- I've been robbed." I stutter out.

"I'll be right over." She says.

I look out my door and my mom is almost running down the hall. She turns into my apartment.

"Oh-oh-wha? Huh? How did this happen?" She starts saying with a yell.

I start to cry and I feel pain flow all around my body. Including my broken arm. Before I know it I'm sitting on the floor, tears staining my shirt, and my eyes are red.

"I dooooonttt nnnooo!" I say while crying. I look up at my mom and she's probably thinking I'm insane. I'm 16 and I'm acting like a 5 year old.

"I'm calling a private investigator." She says to me. I get up and walk into my apartment. I flop on the torn up couch and I'm out like a light.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! I wake up to a viscous knock on the door. I stand up and open the door with a sleepy

"Hi?"

"I'm your private investigator I guess." The man says with a British accent.

"Oh! Hello, Mr....." I say

"Doctor Novak" he says. We welcomes himself in and searches around.

"Hmmmmmmh." He scratches his chin and squints his eyes.

"How long since the break-in?" He asks.

"Bout' 12 hours." I respond quietly. He ignores my response and picks up a long blonde hair. The small wrinkles crinkle at the corners of his eyes. His pupils dilate and he mumbles

"Idiot."

"Huh?" I say, very confused.

"This idiot robber left her hair here. Or he. All I need to do is run this DNA sample and we will have it in no time!" He says with a half smile, likes proud of himself.

"Do you have any idea who did it?" He asks me.

"Her name is Britney Sykes and she's the one who hit my car and her boyfriend broke my arm." I say honestly.

"Oh. I'll be back." Dr. Novak says. He struts out the door likes he's a model and slams it behind him. I think it's safe to say he may be clever, but he is definitely not normal. I go and sit on the opened and broken couch, and sit there. There's nothing to do because my laptop isn't here, my bookshelf is a mess and my tv is gone too.

An hour later, Dr. Novak comes running through the door without warning.

"I've got the thief!" He shouts and prances around the room. He is a psychopath. But at least the psychopath is smart enough to know who for sure did it.

"The DNA sample pointed directly to a girl named Britney Sykes. They already have her temporarily locked up for damaging your car." He said with his heavy British accent.

"Great! So now do we just like tell them that she broke into my house? I say.

"Already done." He says looking at me.

"Uh- how much do I pay you then? I ask him.

"It's on the house." He says. Then he flips his trench coat behind him and flees out the door.