And He's Still Here (Sequel to They're Gone), chapter 1
"10.42 is your total." I replied, scanning the customer's last item. Oh, wait, you have no idea what's going on. Sorry about that. Well, I am Kayla Corey. But I had my name changed to Lyric Johnson. I like it. Very original. Well, except for the Johnson part. But it brings balance to my name. It's been 9 years since I saw Billie Joe or Mike. I miss Billie Joe so much. But he's married now. I can never have him back. Anyways, you're probably wondering how I got away from Mike. Well, that is a good story.
Mike's House; 1988
I heard the door open. "Hey Billie, why did you come at, seven-fifty-six in the goddamn morning?" My heart leaped for joy. Billie was here! He could save me and get me out of this small utility closet. I know what you are thinking, Why the fuck is there a utility closet in Mike's house? Well, don't ask me.
"Help!" I yelled, knowing that all they heard was a small muffled sound, not a plea for help. I looked down at the ground and saw a hammer. There was a small window I could barely fit through that led to the outside world, so I grabbed the hammer and smashed the window.
"Hey Billie, did you hear something?" I heard Mike ask.
"Nope. What's happening Mike? First, you start keeping to yourself, then you start hearing things! Mike, I swear, you're growing older at an abnormal rate."
I chuckled as I struggled to pull myself out through the window. "Ow!" I hissed, as the glass cut my through my shirt and my stomach. I pulled myself out onto the cool grass. I rolled over onto my back, and immediately rolled back. My stomach burned. I looked down at my belly, and saw the dark red of blood on my white shirt. I picked up the hammer, and held onto it. I realized that Mike would notice it was gone, so I threw it back into the small closet, but not before accidentally rubbing it against my stomach, getting blood on it. I ran to my friend Myla's house, where she took me to the hospital. We lied about how I cut my stomach, and the idiots believed it. I had 10 stitches.
I later changed my name, eye color, and hair color, making me unidentifiable to anyone I knew before.
1997
I looked up at the next customer, and gasped. It was Billie Joe. He was buying two bottles of red wine, and one of white wine. "May I see your I.D sir?" I asked.
Billie furrowed his brow. "You sound familiar, do I know you?" he said, while handing me his I.D. "Well, do you know a Kayla Corey?" I said, leaning forward so no one else could hear.
Billie was shocked, and he slowly nodded. "Yea... but she disappeared in 1988. I haven't seen her since. Why? Do you know where she is?" his eyes sparkled with some kind of hope. "Billie Joe, it's me. I'm Kayla."
His face turned cold. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I loved her, and then you pretend to be her? Her name isn't Lyric, it's Kayla, and her hair is not black. It's light brown. Her eyes aren't hazel either. They're blue." I sadly looked down while I scanned the wine. "But Billie, ask me something that only Kayla would know, so I can show you I'm her. Please?"
"Well... What did Mike do to 'you'?" He said, putting air quotes around you. I leaned in, preparing to tell him, when my boss came by. "Lyric! What is this? You have had the same customer for 10 minutes! And he's only buying 3 bottles of wine!" She shrieked.
"Sorry Mary." I replied. "But we had a problem with the cash register. Can you send the other customers to other registers? I would hate to keep them waiting." I put on my sweetest smile. "Fine Lyric, but hurry up, your shift is almost over." I nodded, and turned back to Billie Joe.
"And?" He said. "Mike abused me, he raped me. It wasn't fun. It was when you were in the hospital after Wendy shot you." Billie stood there, mouth open, eyes wide, wile I finished scanning his items. He absently handed me his credit card. "Lyric! Shift is over!" shouted Carrie, who was taking over my shift. I hurriedly took off my name tag and walked towards the door. "Kayla! Er, Lyric! Wait!" I stopped, and turned around.
"Want to come over to my house to talk? It would mean a lot to me." His eyes sparkled an emerald green.
"Sure." I said.
Mike's House; 1988
I heard the door open. "Hey Billie, why did you come at, seven-fifty-six in the goddamn morning?" My heart leaped for joy. Billie was here! He could save me and get me out of this small utility closet. I know what you are thinking, Why the fuck is there a utility closet in Mike's house? Well, don't ask me.
"Help!" I yelled, knowing that all they heard was a small muffled sound, not a plea for help. I looked down at the ground and saw a hammer. There was a small window I could barely fit through that led to the outside world, so I grabbed the hammer and smashed the window.
"Hey Billie, did you hear something?" I heard Mike ask.
"Nope. What's happening Mike? First, you start keeping to yourself, then you start hearing things! Mike, I swear, you're growing older at an abnormal rate."
I chuckled as I struggled to pull myself out through the window. "Ow!" I hissed, as the glass cut my through my shirt and my stomach. I pulled myself out onto the cool grass. I rolled over onto my back, and immediately rolled back. My stomach burned. I looked down at my belly, and saw the dark red of blood on my white shirt. I picked up the hammer, and held onto it. I realized that Mike would notice it was gone, so I threw it back into the small closet, but not before accidentally rubbing it against my stomach, getting blood on it. I ran to my friend Myla's house, where she took me to the hospital. We lied about how I cut my stomach, and the idiots believed it. I had 10 stitches.
I later changed my name, eye color, and hair color, making me unidentifiable to anyone I knew before.
1997
I looked up at the next customer, and gasped. It was Billie Joe. He was buying two bottles of red wine, and one of white wine. "May I see your I.D sir?" I asked.
Billie furrowed his brow. "You sound familiar, do I know you?" he said, while handing me his I.D. "Well, do you know a Kayla Corey?" I said, leaning forward so no one else could hear.
Billie was shocked, and he slowly nodded. "Yea... but she disappeared in 1988. I haven't seen her since. Why? Do you know where she is?" his eyes sparkled with some kind of hope. "Billie Joe, it's me. I'm Kayla."
His face turned cold. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I loved her, and then you pretend to be her? Her name isn't Lyric, it's Kayla, and her hair is not black. It's light brown. Her eyes aren't hazel either. They're blue." I sadly looked down while I scanned the wine. "But Billie, ask me something that only Kayla would know, so I can show you I'm her. Please?"
"Well... What did Mike do to 'you'?" He said, putting air quotes around you. I leaned in, preparing to tell him, when my boss came by. "Lyric! What is this? You have had the same customer for 10 minutes! And he's only buying 3 bottles of wine!" She shrieked.
"Sorry Mary." I replied. "But we had a problem with the cash register. Can you send the other customers to other registers? I would hate to keep them waiting." I put on my sweetest smile. "Fine Lyric, but hurry up, your shift is almost over." I nodded, and turned back to Billie Joe.
"And?" He said. "Mike abused me, he raped me. It wasn't fun. It was when you were in the hospital after Wendy shot you." Billie stood there, mouth open, eyes wide, wile I finished scanning his items. He absently handed me his credit card. "Lyric! Shift is over!" shouted Carrie, who was taking over my shift. I hurriedly took off my name tag and walked towards the door. "Kayla! Er, Lyric! Wait!" I stopped, and turned around.
"Want to come over to my house to talk? It would mean a lot to me." His eyes sparkled an emerald green.
"Sure." I said.
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