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Mistakes
The room was dark and dank, water dripping from a broken pipe in the corner. "What are we doing here James?" Bekka asked looking around the small apartment they had just snuck into. Her blonde hair falling into her green eyes, "This looks like an apartment from a cheap horror film."
"We are looking for a place to hide unless you want to be out there for the cops to find you. I actually don’t want to run into some trigger happy rookie."
"Well I don’t want to catch AIDS or something equally as worse in this sorry excuse for an apartment. It is your entire fault that we are even in here." Bekka whispered, disgust written all over her face.
"Just how is it my fault that we are in here? I happen to know for a fact that when everything was going down went you were right there with me Bekka. So, please tell me how this is my fault?"
"Oh baby, don’t worry we have every right to be here. It’s not like we’ll get caught, I work there, remember? We won’t get into any trouble." Bekka whispered into James ear reminding him what he had said only days earlier. "And what happened might I ask? We got caught because we weren’t supposed to be there. So instead of me being able to go home tonight I am stuck here with you."
"We’ll, I am sorry I don’t have a crystal ball how was I supposed to know we would walk into a murder and now be on the run." James retorted.
"I told you weeks ago that there was something wrong with your boss. Every time I saw it made my skin crawl and low and behold he is a killer."
"You say the same thing every time our mailman comes to the door."
"Because he is weird, I mean look at his teeth they look like he has never been to the dentist."
"Bekka, I know that you are blonde. Therefore, it is hard for you not to say blonde remarks like that, however can you please keep them to yourself."
"Do not speak to me as if I am a child. Why don’t we just go to my father, he can get us out of this." Bekka whispered stomping her designer sneakers and brushing the dirt of her Vera Wang pants
"We are not going to your father, we are going to hide out here and figure out a plan. Mr. Paxton has blamed this whole murder on us so that even if we are caught we can’t be creditable witnesses. All we have to do is find some proof that he is the one who did it."
"You say that like it is going to be easy."
"Maybe it will."
Whatever you wish, however you want it.
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