December 18, 1995
LILI'S POV
I let myself in the house and flop down on the couch. I look at the coffee table.
It has an empty glass bowl, where chocolate chip cookies once were.
There are two empty cans of coke and countless candy wrappers. I sigh and force myself off the couch and I start picking up the candy wrappers and pick up the bowl and cans.
After I clean the living room, I head upstairs. I'm so tired, I don't even take off my shoes. I just tumble into bed.
UNKNOWN POV
"You're sure this is the place?" I say.
"Yeah."
"How the hell is a fifteen-year old gonna be able to afford a house like this?" I scowl, looking up at the two story home, with about five bedrooms.
"She's a Viotto, what do you expect?" Joe grumbles.
"Well Master will sure be pleased that we are able to bring his daughter back." I say grinning.
"What are we going to do about the blonde boy?" Joe asks.
"Well lure him in using her as bait. Then we'll kill the boy and take the girl back." I say, confidently.
"Alright, let's bust this door down." Joe steps back and picks up one end of the log. I pick up the other end. We back back far away from the door and charge at it full speed. The door slightly shakes.
We do it again, and the door cracks a bit. We give it a final, strong push, and the door busts open. We drop the log and head inside. Joe and I get our guns out and look around. The living room and kitchen are empty. Joe goes to check the downstairs bathroom and I head upstairs. I look in the four bedrooms, which are empty. I go to the master bedroom. The door is closed. I manage to turn the knob a quarter turn, before it stops me. The door is locked. This door doesn't seem as sturdy as the front one so I kick it twice, and it opens wide. I look around the room.
There is no one inside. The bed is slightly crumpled. I hear a light thump.
I quickly turn around and my face is hit by a hairbrush.
"Shit!" I yell, covering my eye. The blonde girl is about to run away when I grab her by her hair. She screams, and I tighten my grip.
"Joe get the fuck over here!" I shout, trying to get the girl to stop fighting me.
She turns around and bites my arm and I scream and pull my arm back. She starts to grab things from her dresser and throws them at me. I fall to my knees and she again, tries to run out of the room.
I quickly get up and grab her by her throat. She gags and claws at my hand.
"If you stop struggling this will be over." I hiss.
Joe finally appears and he's holding a white cloth. I loosen my grip on the girl's throat so I don't kill her. That was a mistake. The instant I took off some of the pressure, she raised her knee and kicked me in the balls.
"Fucking shit!" I groaned. Joe grabs the girl and holds the cloth over her nose and mouth.
She struggles but after a few seconds, she falls limp.
"Jesus Christ, she fights like an
animal." Joe says, out of breath.
"No kidding." I gasp, still clutching my balls.
"Damn she kicked you where the sun don't shine Gary." Joe laughs.
"Shut the fuck up you moron." I growl.
"Just get that bitch in the car."
Joe picks her up and slings her over his shoulder and before we leave, I grab a paper and pen from a desk and scribble a phone number on it. I put it on the bed and we leave.
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