Death to All - Nikki Miller, Madi Williams (psychology books to read TXT) 📗

“Why? Why did you do this?” “Oh well lets see... I was tired of not being the sister who does nothing with her life. The sister who is wasting time. The non-detective sister.” “Is that what this is about? Jealousy? Seriously... people have died because of this because of you and whoever you are working with. I held one of them while they died. This just proves them more wrong. You can do way worse.”

“SHUT UP! Your the one in a cage. Oh and you have a cellmate.” I look over and saw Hannah there. “Oh my god. Hannah are you okay?” I asked as I ran over to her. I got down on my knees and checked her over. She had a bullet in her arm and leg. I applied pressure to the wounds so that the blood would stop flowing. I checked her pulse and it was barely there. “Did you shoot her?” “Yes I did.” “Well you are going to be charged for murder when I get out of here because I just got your confession on tape.” “Crap, why do you always do this?”

After that I stayed quiet. I kept checking on Hannah but she had no pulse, so I gave up. I was in a cage, stuck. Then I remembered that I had my phone. I called back up, told them to get more people, and get to the factory. As I sat there a guy came in. He squatted down in front of the cage, like he was trying to remember something. “Take a picture. It'll last longer.”

“Ah.... I knew I recognized you from somewhere.” I looked at him like he was crazy. “Let's make you remember shall we. You shot me in the leg I shot you in the leg and I killed a person in front of you.” Then everything came back to me the voice, the images, and most of all the death. “You. Your the reason I'm here why?” “Let's just say that my past is not so good.”

I scooted up to the bars and grabbed his hand. “You can tell me.” I looked at him and he searched my face like he was looking for any sign of a lie. “I'm not lying. You can trust me. I think that everyone has good in them but some just choose to let the bad control the good.” “Thank you. But I think that you have that wrong I grew up in an abusive home. My mom left us, and my dad abused us. It was me and my younger sister. I did everything to keep him from hurting her. I came home late from school one time and saw her on the ground.”

“I ran over to her and took her to the hospital and they asked what happened so I told them. They sent the police after him and when they came back with the news I couldn't handle it. There was bleeding in her brain. I couldn't save her. When they told me that I lost it. I took off. I mean who wants to see there 10 year old sister die because you were 17 and didn't come home fast enough.”

“It wasn't you're fault. You did everything that you could to save her." He cut me off, "No I didn't. I should have known he would try something like that. I ran all the way home but I was too late. I wish I could go back in time so that I wouldn't snap at the teacher like I did." "Why did you snap at the teacher, if you knew that he would do something?" "I wasn't thinking, and I was being an idiot."

"No you were just being a teenager. Everyone makes mistakes. I have and so has everyone out there. We are only human. We just have to live with it and try and fix it." "I'm going to let you out. Promise not to run to the police even though you are the police?" "Ya. I will have backup go away too." "Wait you called for backup?" "Ya. Hey what's your name?" "Cole Crooni. What is yours?" "I'm surprised my sister didn't tell you. My name is Samantha Vernandez."

Epilogue: The Ending

10 years later:

Samantha pov;

 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife you may kiss the bride.” He leaned in and kissed me. Thinking back to the year that I met him, it's hard to believe that he was on the run and killed someone. My life would be very different if I had not been kidnapped by him.

We had 3 kids over the years. We had 2 twin girls and little boy. The girls are Ella and Stella. And then there is Royce. They are gifts from the heavens. Right now I am at my wedding reception. It took him 3 months to ask me out after the kidnapping. Then after 3 years of dating he proposed. Then 7 years later we got married. I am 3 months pregnant with our fourth child. To my eyes life couldn't get better.

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Publication Date: 11-20-2013

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Dedication:
To my language arts teacher who made me do a project.