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The Next Day I was Feeling a little better and decided that maybe I should go home. Not because I wanted to leave DayDay, but because I didnt want it to start to look suspicious that I had vanished since Q's death.

I walked through the door and breathed in deep.

"Shawnny, Im Home Hunn!" I yelled throwing my purse on the couch.

She came running into the living room.

"Where the fuck have you been? Damn I was worried!"

In the mist of my panicking I had completely disreguarded the fact that Shawnny might have been worried sick.

I placed my hand over my heart. "Im soooo sorry. I completely forgot to call"

She placed her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side. "You forgot?"

"I Know I should have, I was just really... I dont even know"

It took her a second, but finally she rolled her eyes and gave me a hug. "At least you aint dead! You know somebody shot Quinton?"

I nodded my head. "I heard" I said slightly above a whisper.

"Damn, Shits been crazy girl, the police came all through here looking through your stuff. The had a warrent, I really dont know what they took but they did get pretty into your stuff."

"WHAT?! why?!" I screeched running down the hallway and into my room. It was junky and clothes were everywhere. Pictures were laid out on the unmade bed and my dressor was pulled away from the wall it usually stood up against.

I went and picked up the pictures. They were mostly pictures I had in my drawer of me and Quinton. There were probably about 30 of them scattered on the bed.

"They think I had something to do with it dont they?" I asked, not even looking in Shawnny's direction.

She didnt reply, she just stood silently leaning up against the doorframe.

"This is Crazy!" I yelled.

I went over to the phone to play my messages, and something weird happened. why wont they play?

"What the hell? Is this thing broke?" I said.

Shawnny came over to help. I checked to make sure it was plugged up and it was. I pressed the play button numerous times. Nothing?

"Is the tape in it?" Shawnny asked.

"Should be"

I opened it, and there was no tape. I gasped.

"SHAWNNY! They Took the tape!"

She shrugged. Obviously not getting where I was going with this.

"Ok? whats your point? who cares, just buy another one!"

"No Shawnny! That tape had Quinton threatening me on it! If they took it, they might think I had something To do with his killing that night!"

She put her hands over her mouth. "I forgot, damn why didnt you delete it?"

"I forgot!"

She closed the recorder. "Maybe they wont think that C"

I started pacing the floor. I wasnt sure where to go from here, but I had enough street smarts to know that my phone was probably tapped by now, and I was being watched very closely. My every move as of that night, has been watched. I knew if I made any wrong moves, the odds wouldnt be in my favor.

"So what are you gonna do?"

I thought about the question for a minute. How the hell should I know?

"Im gonna go talk to my mom, She'll know"