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Carla had snapped. Her mind blank as she stared at her hands. She had really pulled the trigger, she was going to kill someone. Carla knew that if the gun really had been loaded she would have most likely killed herself in the next few days from the guilt. She had promised Hale to stay out of trouble and now look. . . at what she had done. In her horrified stare at her hands, she didn’t reach the gun be loaded with the bullets, or the door opening with a beat as Ethan rushed in. She didn’t flinch or even look up at him. Even as he yelled at Kimberly in a different language. 

It was only when Kimberly finally said her name that Carla looked up at Kimberly, her hands still shaking, held awkwardly up in the air. Carla shifted just slightly to see Ethan in the doorway, he clearly wasn’t happy, but Kimberly’s voice quickly pulled back her attention. The woman was fucking mad. She was high off Carla shooting her. It still hadn’t really clicked that the woman had both mad a fool of Carla and had tested. “You are fucking crazy!” Carla finally yelled a mixture of disbelief and horror in her voice. 

It was then that Ethan could be heard beside her making Carla quickly scramble from the chair and falling rather awkwardly on the floor. Her head shot back and forth between the two not sure which one was a better choice to deal with. An evil creature or a fucking insane person. She was almost starting to lean towards dealing with Ethan when he was told to go outside. Carla reached up towards him in panic of being left alone with Kimberly. But she didn’t move fast enough and the door slammed on his way out, leaving her alone with the mad woman. Carla had stared at the door for a moment wishing Ethan would come back before she slowly peeked over at Kimberly from her spot on the floor. A place she seemed to be spending a lot of time.

She swallowed looking at the crazy woman with a gun. Her heart started to race as her palms started to sweat. Was this woman going to shoot her now? Or was she just going to play games with Carla until she begged to killed. Her small hands curled into tiny fists along the wooden floor. It was then that the gun lowered and Kimberly started to speak. It was a rush of questions just making Carla shake her head. “You are fucking crazy!” She said harshly before she really looked at the woman before her. Carla instantly blushed and looked away. She was hardly dressed! Who the hell even wore those kind of things! Carla was the type of girl that wore boys underwear and nude colour bras. Nothing fancy or sexy, there was no need to . . . to have anything like that. There was no need to impress anyone. In fact Carla had never had a relationship.

Carla swallowed again, trying to think of what to say, she should answer one of those questions but all she could think of was there was a crazy woman in front of her, with hardly any clothing on. “Could you put some clothing on.” She said quickly and rather quietly just blushing all the more. Her hair by this point had fallen into her face a little, but she knew that Kimberly must have seen Carla blush before she looked away. Carla’s heart was pounding for a whole different reason now.