¡°Exactly. So, what are you two up to lat¡ª¡± I started but I was interrupted by a shrill,
blood-curdling scream from Kelly. All of us looked alert and exchanged glances.
¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± I asked.
Unfamiliar muffled shouting from behind the walls was heard, and we ran out to
inspect. Before we turned the corner, we heard a man shout: ¡°Put your hands up!¡±
followed by Kelly¡¯s sobs.
My heart thumping, I turned to Ellen and said, ¡°Go call 911.¡±
¡°I¡¯m not leaving you two,¡± she whispered back.
¡°You have a son, Ellen, please. Go.¡± I turned to Lizzie. ¡°You should go with her.¡±
¡°Why?¡± she asked and furrowed her brows.
¡°Because you¡¯re¡ you¡¯re too¡ª¡±
Once Lizzie realized I didn¡¯t have a valid excuse, she cut me off and said, ¡°I¡¯m not
leaving you alone.¡±
¡°Fine,¡± I hissed reluctantly and turned to Ellen. ¡°Go.¡±
Ellen ran down the halls and I grabbed Lizzie¡¯s hand. Peeking around the doorframe to
the lobby, I almost screamed when I saw three huge men in leather jackets. Each had a
pistol in their hands and pointed them at Kelly. Her hands were in the air and tears
streamed freely down her face as she begged, ¡°Please don¡¯t shoot me.¡±
¡°Give us all your K.¡±
¡°I¡ I don¡¯t know what that means.¡± She shook her head, giving the men a pleading,
desperate look.
¡°Ketamine, you fucking narc.¡±
¡°I¡ we don¡¯t¡ I don¡¯t think we have that¡¡±
¡°Stop fucking lying, little girl!¡±
Adrenaline washed over me, and I let go of Lizzie¡¯s hand to step into the danger.
¡°Kelly,¡± I said in a steady voice, ¡°We call it Vetalar here.¡± I turned to the three men and
slowly held up my hands, trying to remain calm. ¡°Please don¡¯t shoot. She just didn¡¯t
know.¡±
¡°Then go fucking get it,¡± the man in front said.
¡°Okay, I will,¡± I told him. ¡°It¡¯s in the back. Please just¡ lower your guns.¡±