But she didn't run away. She grasped the gun firmly in her hands and locked the door behind her as she stepped out of the room.
Now the kids wouldn't know their loving foster parents were dead.
If they would stay alive.
She crept into little Robbie's open bedroom door and gave an equally evil smile like the one before as she stepped up to his bedside.
"Oh, it's that little brat who ripped some of my hair out," she stated and then let out a disturbed, twisted laugh, "You thought you could get away with all that shit? Well, you're going to pay."
She stuck the gun right up to his chest. She saw him starting to open his eyes, so she pulled the trigger quickly, and the bullet went straight through his heart, killing him.
She let out another twisted laugh as she went out of the room, leaving the boy to bleed.
She walked quietly down the hall, past the Johnson twins' room, to the antique gun room, where she had stolen the gun from. She opened up a drawer and pulled out more bullets, stuffing them straight into the gun.
Then, she laid her eyes on 2 beautiful guns across the room. She walked over to them and grabbed them, her hands trembling as she inspected them.
The twins would do her dirty work for her.
She grabbed the guns and loaded them quickly, thinking about how she changed over the last 3 days.
Got kicked out of her house.
Smoked weed.
Got raped.
Danced at a strip club.
Met *NSYNC.
Got raped again.
Tried committing suicide.
Joey falls in love with her.
And the last thought seemed the most rational to her at the moment:
Turned mentally insane.