"It was her or my sister okay! She's ten! I couldn't I....I'm sorry." Mike sank to the floor after being slapped. He felt so guilty but he felt he had no choice. "I killed her." He looked up at Charles hopeless. "I just killed my friend." He whimpered.
Tamille came to as the rain poured gallons of water down upon her. She rolled to her back and screamed as something shifted, perhaps a broken bone and sent pain shooting through her. Okay, don't do that, she told herself mentally. She had to figure out where she was. The last thing she remembered was leaving Charles house. Charles....payphone!
Tamille forced herself to crawl. Soon enough she got herself to kneel, and then stand. She staggered onto the empty street. A few feet away she fell into the payphone booth using the small counter to hold her up. The operator connected her to Charles home phone as she curled up on the bottom of the booth. Pain. It was everywhere and her memory was too fuzzy to remember. "Pick up..."