A homeless woman gets an offer to live a comfortable life, only to find out there’s much more to it, maybe even her life.
The pain from the knife in my leg was getting bad. I had to get down the stairs. So, I took one step at a time, on my butt. At the bottom, I got up and hopped my way into the library. Both, Dorthy and Marge were still sleeping. I looked at all the books and had to find another chair. Over by the wall, was a big chair. Hopping over there, I sat down. I was worried about my friends and the pain in my leg wasn’t getting much better. I didn’t check them to see if they were still alive. I ended up lying back in the chair. Finally, falling asleep.
I awoke once in great pain. Got me thinking that maybe the knifes had something on them. I got up and hopped over to where my friends were still sleeping. I felt the pulse of Marge first and I didn’t feel one. ‘ Damn,’ I thought. She’s dead. I felt for dorthy’s pulse and she had a slight one. It was ten o-clock and Saturday. I knew that it wasn’t going to be very long before I wasn’t feeling so hot either. I had to get some help.
I remembered that I had the keys. I had to find something that would help me walk to the door. Looking around there wasn’t anything. Great, I thought. I’m just going to have to wait.
I drifted off again. In my sleep, I thought I herd a door open.
” Alexus, sweetie. Your hurt.” Came the voice.
I opened my eyes and there was a lady and Mr. Trump were standing there over me.
” Alexus, ” Mr. Trump said. ” We came to check up on you. As it looks like from in here, you have found everything you need and also have had some problems. One of your friends are dead and the other is almost there. You are not feeling to good yourself. “
He pulled out his cellphone and called an ambulance. By the time they got here I was feeling a lot of pain again. They come in and went to check Marge. Marge was dead. They checked Dorthy and felt a slight pulse. They knew I was in pain and gave me some morphine. They made a call to the cops. They got the cot out and wheeled it in. I had help getting on it and off to the hospital I went.
Mr. Trump followed the abulance to the hospital. He waited tell they had took out the knife and gave me something for the poison that was on it.
” Alexus,” Mr. Trump said. ” I really didn’t know all about what kinds of traps were in the house. I”m very sorry about your one friend. I also hope that your other friend will be alright too. You have everything now. The house is yours and the money. It was nice meeting you. Hope you get everything for the rest of your life.”
He walked out the door. I closed my eyes for the first time and realized that I had nothing to worry about any more.
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