PLAY YOUR CARDS RIGHT
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Carrington P.O.V.
Winston-Salem, North Carolina
Then, I decided to text my Aunt Tracey..." Please! Please! Come home quickly. I think Uncle Greg is in the house cheating with someone. I am hearing sounds coming from your bedroom."
Aunt Tracey texted that she was on the way and not to leave. Her job was twenty minutes away.
Ten minutes later, I had thrown up and found my Uncle Greg's wallet on the kitchen counter. He had $1,500 dollars in it. I took it as compensation for my pain and suffering. Don't judge me.
As I watched my parents and my Aunt Tracey pull up, I heard Byron suggest they take a shower before they have the next round.
Since, they had the house to themselves for the rest of the day.
I quietly walked out of the house. Threw up on the front lawn and walked to my car, but not before I told them. They were in the shower upstairs and go into the house quietly.
Now, I knew why things always felt off and forced with Byron. I told my parents to make sure to tell Byron to lose my damn number.
My family looked like they didn't believe me and rushed into the house.
I took off.
I didn't want to stick around for the drama.
After that, I went to get my hair done. Kimmie told me as soon as I got there that she had finally told his wife about her. Kimmie was tired of his wife being in the dark.
As Kimmie did my hair, my phone and her phone were both blowing up.
Her three sons were napping.
Two hours later, Kimmie had finished sewing the hair in and just needed to style my hair. I wanted her to put some nice soft body waves in. I was in the kitchen getting something to drink, and Kimmie was checking on her children.
When all of a sudden, Stanley Cook burst through her front door, cussing and fussing about her, telling his wife. I don't think Stanley Cook saw me exactly because I was bending down with the refrigerator door open when he stormed in.
Kimmie yelled out, "Who is that? Who just came in?"
Therefore, Stanley Cook went straight to the bedroom to speak with her.
I grabbed my phone and my pocketbook as well as her phone just in case I needed to call the police. They were in the bedroom with the sleeping children shouting. They were getting louder and louder.
After a few minutes, I decided to intervene. The children were up and crying now. I started walking towards the bedroom.
Suddenly, four shots rang out, then silence.
I turned and ran out.
Kimmie wasn't babysitting today.
Therefore, those four shots could have been for her and her three kids.
Leaving me alone in a house with a crazy unhinged cop. I was not going to stick around to find out.
I ran and jumped into my car. I drove to a nearby gas station. I used a pay phone and reported the shooting anonymously. I heard Stanley Cook say he could kill Kimmie easily and get away with it. I waited nearby till I heard the ambulance and the fire trucks and cop cars rushing to the scene. While I waited, I turned off her cellphone and removed the battery as well as the Sim card.
I needed to leave town. I didn't know if the crazy unhinged cop knew I was there or not, but I wasn't taking any chances. I purchased a burner phone.
I ran home and packed a small overnight bag. I turned my cell phone completely off and removed the Sim card. I placed it inside a Ziploc bag in my handbag along with her phone.
In just a short time frame, my life has turned into a Lifetime movie.
My family still wanted to discuss Byron, but I didn't have time. However, I did learn my Aunt Tracey had kicked her husband Uncle Greg out of their home and contacted their job out of anger.
Next, I left my car and got an Uber to the airport. I used the airport ATM's to pull out all my money. I drained all my accounts and maxed out my credit cards to get out as much money as I could. I have $15,859.00 to my name.
After that, I took a taxi and paid cash at a nearby hotel. I didn't tell anyone where I was. I thought the fewer people who knew, the better. I stayed there for two days before I contacted my family. They informed me that a police officer named Stanley Cook had come by twice looking for me, along with Byron, who wanted to apologize to me in person.
Therefore, I told my father, Dennis Chadwick, not to trust Officer Cook and that I saw everything.
My father, Dennis Chadwick, agreed I needed to leave for a while. My father, Dennis Chadwick, gave me the number to one of his army buddies in Colorado, a Mr. Tyson Whitmore. My father, Dennis Chadwick, said to look him up if I got scared or short on cash.
Seems this guy still owes my father a favor.
In the meantime, my father, Dennis Chadwick, would consult with a lawyer friend, Justin Whitt, to find out my best options. All our communications needed to go through Attorney Whitt. In case the psycho cop was monitoring our calls.
Besides, the police have my 911 call on record. I told them everything. All they have to do is take the time to verify everything I told them, and they have a slam dunk case.
Supposedly, the news was reporting that the case was still under investigation, and Stanley Cook was on leave pending a review.
Nevertheless, Kimmie and her three children are dead. The crazy cop claims Kimmie grabbed his weapon in an attempt to kill him, her children and then herself.
I knew I needed a plan and some distance.
Therefore, I emailed my job informing them that I needed to take an immediate leave due to a family emergency. I did some research and decided to make some moves. I already had a fake ID for going clubbing. I planned to put it to good use.
Afterward, I jumped on the 18-hour bus to St. Louis, MO from Winston-Salem, N.C. and it cost me $170.96 one-way. I was going to interview for a live-in nanny position and, at a mail-order-bride agency.
Two paths, if I played my cards right, I could disappear in plain sight for years.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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