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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 14:07:11 GMT -5
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, anyway please UPDATE
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 14:07:46 GMT -5
PART TWENTY TWO "I don't believe you," I said, pulling my hand away from her and heading toward the door. But the sad truth was that it was what I had suspected all along. "Yes, you do," she said. Damn, she was difficult to elude. "And don't you want to talk about Tre before you leave?" I closed my eyes. Tre. I had almost forgotten about him for a second. "Yeah," I said. "I do." "Alright then. Come back and sit," she encouraged. I sat and she clutched to my hand again. I normally thought psychics were a load of shit. But her... "He loved you from the day he saw you. And he would do anything for you," she said. "You know that, right?" "But he..." "If you had told him that you killed them, he would've helped you find a place to hide. He would've helped you if you had. That's why he wanted to know. He didn't think you had. You over-reacted." "Oh God," I said. "Will he take me back?" She just smiled at me. "I've told you all I can tell you for free." "Crap," I sighed, but I realized that she had to make a living some how. I reached in my pocket. No money. All my money was probably at Nona's house. "I guess I have to leave, then," I said. "Thanks for telling me all that." "You can use my phone to call him," she said. "I could." "Yes. You want to, I can tell." "I do. But should I?" "Why not?" I took a deep breath and lifted the phone to my ear.
THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE Tre sat in Billie's car in the driveway. What had he done wrong? God, he was such an idiot. "Are you going to get out of the car or not?" Billie asked. Tre had gotten home about 15 minutes previous. "She dumped me," Tre said, trying not to cry. "Why?" "I asked her if she killed her dad and Jenny." "You dumbass," Billie said. "Did you think that conversation would go over well?" "I don't know. I wasn't thinking," Tre sighed. "God, this sucks." "Tre!" Mike yelled as he stepped outside. "Telephone!" "Who is it?" Tre questioned. "Chris." Tre's whole face lit up at the news. He pushed open the car door, practically knocking Billie over as he sprinted into the house and grabbed the phone. "Chris?" "Hey," she said. "Hey. Where are you?" "Some psychic's house." "A psychic?" He was confused. What was she going seeing a psychic? "Yeah. Um, I'm sorry about how I freaked." "It's okay." "So, do you want to get back together?" "Of course," he laughed, feeling so relieved. "Okay. That's good. I'm so sorry." "Don't worry about it," Tre said.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 14:11:55 GMT -5
good, for a second i didn't think they were going to get back together......anyway please UPDATE
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 14:43:16 GMT -5
PART TWENTY THREE "His name is David Welsh," said one of the police officers as they pulled up the information on their computer. "He lives in Rodeo, California and he's been missing for a week now. And that was his car." "We should contact the Rodeo police," said another officer, who headed for the phone. Back in Rodeo, Mr. and Mrs. Tihs had been contacted and informed that their daughter's body had been found in Columbus, Ohio in the car of a Mr. Welsh. No one could get contact Chris Welsh to tell her that her father's car had been found, though. She was far too busy "making up" with Tre in the backseat of his car after he had picked her up from the psychic.
BILLIE'S POINT OF VIEW "She's fine," I said to Nona over the phone. "Tre went to pick her up and they were going to go out somewhere." "That's good," she sighed. "My mom was panicking like crazy." "Tell her not to worry." "Sometimes I think I'd lose my mind if it weren't for you, Billie," she laughed. "You mean you haven't lost your mind already?" I joked. "Shut up," she giggled. "Ah shit, there's a call on the other line," I growled at the beeping phone. "I'll call you later, okay?" "Sure," she said. I hit the flash button. "Hello?" "Hello, is Christina Welsh at this residence?" "Not currently," I said, kind of confused. "She probably will be later." "Well, could you inform her that we found her father's car in Columbus, Ohio?" "OHIO?" What the fuck was he doing in Ohio? "Yes. And we found the body of a teenage girl in the trunk." "Holy shit." "Yes, it's hard to believe. But we think that he murdered her and ran. Either that or someone stole his car and killed the girl. But there's not evidence of the second one. There's DNA evidence that the girl was raped by Mr. Welsh." "Raped, too?" Oh God. How was I going to tell Chris? She wouldn't believe me. "Yes." "She won't believe me," I said. "Should we call later?" "Yeah, that would be best," I said. "You can tell her yourself." I hung up, still not believing what I had just heard. Mr. Welsh was pretty cool. Now he was off raping and murder girls? What the fuck? "You okay?" Mike asked as he walked into the room. "No," I said before passing out on the kitchen floor.
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW I rehooked my bra and climbed into the front seat of Tre's car. "We should go," I sighed. "You okay?" Tre asked, getting back into the driver's seat. "I have a stomach ache." "Okay," he nodded. "Where to?" "Your house." "You mean Billie's house?" he laughed. "Whatever." I wasn't in a very cheery mood, and I wasn't sure why. Probably because of the whole thing with my dad. Should I go to the police and tell them that? I mean, psychics weren't considered reliable sources. What if she had just been bullshitting me? But then how would she know about Tre? Or the fact that Jenny and my dad were even missing?
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 15:42:49 GMT -5
OMFG, lol anyway please update
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 16:04:25 GMT -5
PART TWENTY FOUR As Tre pulled the car into the driveway, Mike came sprinting out. "What's going on?" Tre asked. "Billie just passed out," Mike said. "What?" I asked. "What happened?" "I don't know," Mike shrugged, leading us inside. Bille was sitting on the floor rubbing his head and blinking. "What happened?" he asked. "You passed out," Mike said. "Oh," Billie nodded then looked up at me. "Shit." "What?" "Look, Chris, I just got a phone call from the police..." he began. "They found out that he killed Jenny, didn't they?" "What? How did you..." "Long story. What did they say?" "They found his car in Ohio with Jenny in the backseat. He raped her." Shit. The psychic hadn't told me that part. But it didn't matter anymore. She was dead. He had killed her, and I was pissed. "He's in Europe," I said. "How do you know?" Mike asked. I looked at them as I grabbed the phone. Tre's mouth practically hung open as he tried to digest all the information that had been given to him. Mike just blinked rather blankly, and Billie massaged his skull. "I just do," I said, taking the phone into the living room. "Leave me alone for a second." I called 911, figuring if it wasn't the right number that they would redirect me. When I told them I had some information about a crime, they didn't yell at me or anything for calling 911, then redirected me, just as I had assumed they would. "Hello?" said a woman on the other end. "Yes, I have some information about a Mr. Dave Welsh." There was a pause and some typing when the woman finally said, "What is it you know?" So I started with the story. I told her that he was my dad and that he had been dating Jen. I told her that I was questioned by the authorities and that I had gotten into a fight with my boyfriend and wandered into the yard of a psychic, who told me that my dad had killed Jenny and was in Europe. There was a long pause. "Where in Europe?" the woman asked. "We can't just search an entire continent on the whim of some psychic." "God, I wish I knew," I sighed. "I'm sorry then. Thank you for calling, though," she said, then hung up. "DAMN IT!" I screamed, practically throwing the phone down. Today was not my day.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 17:18:09 GMT -5
lol, anyway please update
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 23, 2005 17:29:17 GMT -5
Woo. That's all I can say. Woo.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 22:35:11 GMT -5
lol, please update
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 22:52:44 GMT -5
PART TWENTY FIVE THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE It was about three days later. Chris was back at Nona's house, trying to get in touch with the psychic to find out where in Europe her father was. Meanwhile, Tre freaked out. He wanted to be supportive and all, but this was ridiculous. How was he supposed to be supportive of someone who's father was a rapist? And what could he do to support her anyway? Dave sat in his hotel room, watching the news, as suddenly he saw his own face on the TV screen. "What the hell?" he whispered, turning up the volume as the reporter announced that he was said to be somewhere in Europe and was a wanted rapist and murderer. "Fuck, how do they know?" he wondered. They found the car, you dumbass, he thought. He had to go. Either that or he had to kill himself. The second option sure seemed easier. So he locked the door and started thinking about how he could go about doing it. And a plan came to mind. "I'm taking all you down with me. Explosives duct taped to my spine. Nothing's gonna change my mind. I won't listen to anyone's last words. There's nothing left for you to say. Soon you'll be dead anyway. No one here is getting out alive. This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care. So close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye. And think about the times you've spent and what they've meant. To me it's nothing." ~"Having A Blast" by Green Day
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW "Hello? Connie Parker? Yes, my name is Chris and I was wondering if I stopped by your house a while ago and you gave me some disturbing news about my father. No...he doesn't have cancer. He murdered someone," I said, shrugging at Nona, who sat on my bed, listening to my end of the conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry to bother you." "Not her?" Nona asked. "I should've gotten her name," I groaned. "God, Dad's probably in Japan by now." "Don't beat yourself up over this," she comforted. "It's not your fault. You tried." "Yeah," I sighed. "I guess." "No...don't guess. You did try, okay?" "Okay," I said, although it didn't make me feel much better.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 23, 2005 23:37:14 GMT -5
lol, please UPDATE
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 23:49:13 GMT -5
In case you haven't noticed, the parts are starting to get shorter. I don't know why that is. I think writer's block is beginning. This is bad. PART TWENTY SIX "The search for David Welsh has begun." As soon as I heard these words sound from the TV in Billie's living room, I sprinted to it. Mike was sitting on the couch, watching the news when suddenly they started talking about my dad. On the news was a picture of him that had been taken a long time ago for his word ID. I stared as they started talking about what had happened and how they believed he was somewhere in Europe. "Shit," I said. "What? You didn't expect for them to look for him?" Mike asked. "Well, it's been so long since he went missing and now they're looking for him?" "Well, now he's a criminal," he said. "Look, sorry. But I don't get why you're surprised." "How long have you been here?" Tre asked, wandering sleepily out of his room. He had been napping when I arrived, and I didn't bother to wake him. "Shhhh," I hushed. "They're talking about my dad on the news." Tre came over and slipped his arms around my waist as they gave a number to call if you had any information of his whereabouts. Then it was over. That was all they had to say about him. "Wow," I whispered. "This is so weird."
THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE How could he get his hands on some explosives? He had no idea where to go in France to get such a thing. After all he hadn't been there very long, and had spent the whole time locked in his hotel room. He couldn't even leave now that his face had been on the news. Someone would know for sure who he was. For a while he contemplated simply jumping off the balcony of the hotel room. That would be good, he thought. But it wouldn't have the impact explosives would. But he found time running short as he heard a knock on the door. "Sir? This is the police." Shit. How stupid was he to sign into a hotel under his real name when he was wanted by the police? He guessed either jumping or shooting himself was his best shot. The police pounded on the door louder, announcing they weren't afraid to bust the door down. She he opened the door to the balcony and climbed up onto the ledge. He could hear people below screaming things in French that he was sure translated to, "Look, that man's going to jump." And so he did.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 23, 2005 23:51:10 GMT -5
I have church tomorrow, so I have to get up early, meaning that was my last update for the day and I'm going to bed now. I'll update tomorrow afternoon.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 24, 2005 0:59:52 GMT -5
Darn. It's two in the morning, I have church at 10, and here I am posting. NOt good. I'll die in church tomorrow. I Love your story! Drama, espionage, it's all there!
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Post by TABBY on Jul 24, 2005 8:15:18 GMT -5
lol, OH DARN i don't have church tomorrow................lol, anyway please update
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