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    Round the Bend 3

     

    “Well it’s not Shane….so find someone else.”

     

    “Carmen!”

     

    “No Manuel no….you’ve known Shane as long as I have you know there is no way she would do this…..so just stop…”

     

    “Carmen get out of the way.”

     

    “No….”

     

    “Carmen!”

     

    “What! Shane you know and I know that this is bullshit…..its bullshit….”

     

     

    Manny looked at me for the longest time. Right in the eye he looked and I don’t look away. I know who I am, who I was….who I am. He puts his gun down. I hadn’t realized he had one on me. I look over to Carmen and she puts her gun down. Manny walked over to Ville and whispered something to him and Carmen takes my hand and we leave.

     

    Where do we go? What do we do? There is no one to trust, there is nowhere to go that the cops won’t think of first. This was going to be the last job for a while. It’s what I was thinking while Carmen drove. I needed something bad. I was out of it, I didn’t notice the guns, and I didn’t see or react to Belly in the right way. Ville was right about my drug thing, it was a problem.

     

    I could read it on Carmen. She was really upset that I was using. We had some kind of a deal and I lied to her. My lying left room for Ville to try to get the blame placed solely on me. This was more than movie theater predicable. She was about to yell at me, screaming her point then she paused. She took a deep breath, and dropped me off. She said she had to go, and think. She said she would be back.

     

     

     

     

    A doorbell rang somewhere. I woke up in this unknown warm sunlit room. A beautiful blonde runs to the door in just a towel, I rubbed my eyes and stuck my head up from the sofa. I was sleeping in some woman’s house. I was scared. I thought I regressed and woke up in some strangers house, some unknown one’s house. It wouldn’t be the first time.

     

     

    Comments

    1. Really appreciate you posting this. Would love to hear you reconsidering your self imposed ‘retirement’. I like your dark style, it’s actually refreshing as a change up from the usual stories in here. Don’t suppose you would ever consider a happy Sharmen ending? lol. Not that it matters, I will still look out for new fic from you in case you do decide to write (and post) again. Take care NDF! :)

    2. you are fucking crazyyyy you trully are…. i mean i pray to god that you come back and when you do you do not one update but a full story… and you killllllll shane and crmen lol u are the only writer i would let kill does two lol fucking crazy as always but so fucking good! you cant stop now… u just cant cuz… you love writing and hell we sure like reading it… so… dont say good bye one more time i dont think i can take it~

    3. WOW!!!!!!!!!! So fucking dark and tragic as always. It was really really good!It would be fantstic if you would stick around and continue to write!!!LOVE!

    4. Great to see you back for however long it is! Thanks for posting this and keeping us all in touch with your alt universe. I really appreciate all your versions of “imperfect” Shane and Carmen.

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