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We are driving around. I have already been in the car for half an hour. I'm beginning to think Dustin doesn't know where he is going.
"Dustin do you know where your going?" I ask him uncertainly.
"Pfft of course I do." he says it confidently but I'm not convinced. We are on the out skirts of Norcrest (Our town) and I have been told more than once that the Feral people live here. My sister was killed in one of these town houses. I'm not sure which one but it makes me feel uneasy being here. I don't feel, safe.
"Dustin. Why are we here?" I ask nervously.
"I can't tell you. it's a surprise." he says smiling.
"My sister was killed in this town."I say in shock that I actually said it. Dustin flinches.
"I'm sorry Clo. I had no Idea." he says placing his hand on my thigh.
"It's ok. I'm just not that ready for it yet. Did you know her killer was the same age as us? He got out of prison early he only had to do a year, because he's a minor. How pathetic is that. It's not as if he stole something. He murdered an honest, loving, person." I say chocking on person. Trying to keep my tears at bay I focus on the road. When Dustin says.
"He must of had a reason people don't just murder other people." he says calmly. I'm in complete shock.
"Can you hear your self? Your talking about the psychopath murderer who killed my sister. nothing can excuse what he did." I'm shaking.
"How do you know he was a psychopath? He could have just been an ordinary guy." He yells way to defensively.
"Wait you telling me that if he wasn't a psycho than it excuses the fact he killed my sister?" I can feel my eyes watering.
"Yes. I mean no, it's just I don't like it when people accuse murderers as if they are psycho." He says it as if I'm talking about him.
"Look around Dustin I can call the murderer spaz, dipshit, whatever I want because of him, I lost my sister." The tears are spilling now.
"No Clo don't cry I didn't mean it like that I'm sorry." he tries to grab my hand but I swat it away. As if to say don't touch me.
He gets the message and we travel in silence for another half an hour.

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