No More Room To Breathe
Chapter 5
************Maika's POV***************
Running.
It was the only thing besides my music that helped me escape the chaos of the world. I was just finishing a five mile jog. I ran up to the front door, inserting the key to unlock it.
Chris was on the couch reading the paper....wearing his new shower cap I might add.
"What's the occasion?" I asked, pointing to the cap.
"We just finished Blades of Glory," he answered, nonchalantly.
I mused, "Popcorn?"
"No, we made pizza and Christian decided to bring the cheese out here in case he wanted extra."
I busted out laughing. "He threw CHEESE in your hair?!"
"NO! I'm wearing my shower cap aren't I?!"
"Yeah, well you're welcome."
"Yeah,yeah."
I walked down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. I came out and Chris almost pounced on me.
"Hey! Watch it dude!" I said, surprised.
"LOOK! LOOK! LOOK!" was all he replied, holding up the newspaper.
"I don't want to see the bras of the season at Kohl's!!" I said, "Thanks anyways."
"What bras?!" he yelled turning the paper around to look, "OH! Sorry dude....wrong side!"
He thrust the paper back at me. Marilyn, the girl from the CD store, was pictured there.
"It's the girl from the music store!!!" Chris yelled, his eyes bugging out.
*What the hell?!? Why would Marilyn be in the paper?!* I wondered.
The article read:
The police have issued an alert for Jason Hartlett, an escaped convict fron the maximum security prison here in Orlando, Florida. Mr. Hartlett was convicted of murdering the family of Marilyn Grant. Shane Olcott, Grant's fiancee, was also killed. If you have any information......
A mugshot of Jason Hartlett was at the end of the article, along with a picture of Marlyn with her family and Shane Olcott. Sadness immediately welled up inside me.
I couldn't even begin to imagine losing everyone I ever cared about. *No wonder she doesn't sleep well.*
I turned away from Chris and went to my room, feeling sick to my stomach.
*How could someone do this to a person like Marilyn? She seems too shy...too fragile to be involved in something like this.*
I looked at her picture again. I could see the differences between this Marilyn and the one I had met. In the picture she seemed happy, alive. But, now, she's more guarded...you could see the fear and caution in her eyes when she looks at you.
"What can I do?" I asked aloud.
But no reply came.
Running.
It was the only thing besides my music that helped me escape the chaos of the world. I was just finishing a five mile jog. I ran up to the front door, inserting the key to unlock it.
Chris was on the couch reading the paper....wearing his new shower cap I might add.
"What's the occasion?" I asked, pointing to the cap.
"We just finished Blades of Glory," he answered, nonchalantly.
I mused, "Popcorn?"
"No, we made pizza and Christian decided to bring the cheese out here in case he wanted extra."
I busted out laughing. "He threw CHEESE in your hair?!"
"NO! I'm wearing my shower cap aren't I?!"
"Yeah, well you're welcome."
"Yeah,yeah."
I walked down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. I came out and Chris almost pounced on me.
"Hey! Watch it dude!" I said, surprised.
"LOOK! LOOK! LOOK!" was all he replied, holding up the newspaper.
"I don't want to see the bras of the season at Kohl's!!" I said, "Thanks anyways."
"What bras?!" he yelled turning the paper around to look, "OH! Sorry dude....wrong side!"
He thrust the paper back at me. Marilyn, the girl from the CD store, was pictured there.
"It's the girl from the music store!!!" Chris yelled, his eyes bugging out.
*What the hell?!? Why would Marilyn be in the paper?!* I wondered.
The article read:
The police have issued an alert for Jason Hartlett, an escaped convict fron the maximum security prison here in Orlando, Florida. Mr. Hartlett was convicted of murdering the family of Marilyn Grant. Shane Olcott, Grant's fiancee, was also killed. If you have any information......
A mugshot of Jason Hartlett was at the end of the article, along with a picture of Marlyn with her family and Shane Olcott. Sadness immediately welled up inside me.
I couldn't even begin to imagine losing everyone I ever cared about. *No wonder she doesn't sleep well.*
I turned away from Chris and went to my room, feeling sick to my stomach.
*How could someone do this to a person like Marilyn? She seems too shy...too fragile to be involved in something like this.*
I looked at her picture again. I could see the differences between this Marilyn and the one I had met. In the picture she seemed happy, alive. But, now, she's more guarded...you could see the fear and caution in her eyes when she looks at you.
"What can I do?" I asked aloud.
But no reply came.