The ringing of the pharmacy's alarm system rang throughout the store as I rummaged through Sally's purse. My hands finally reach the keys at the bottom of the bag and pull them out, jingling them. I also open her wallet and take all the cash she had. I can't believe I'm stealing money from a dead person. I look over the counter at Sally's deceased body, laying at the back of the store.
It's sad that this Pharmacy has no security cameras, they could have caught Michael soon. I told my dad a couple years ago to install them, but he just replied with, "Sahara, this is the safest town in America, we don't need them, it would be a waste of money" then hit me with a dad joke. Look who need needs them now, dad.
"I should get out of here before the cops get here, they might question me later," I tell myself, taking one last glance at Sally before heading out the backdoor, "if i'm alive."
I walk over to the only car in the parking lot, Sally's old jeep, unlocking the door to get in. I adjust the rear view mirror to my height before turning on the ignition and driving off. After a couple blocks, I hear the sounds of police sirens behind me. They must have just got the alert from the Pharmacy's alarm system right now.
As I drove closer to my house, I realized those sirens never left my ear. It echoed all the way down near my neighborhood. I turn the corner on a street and the stench of burning wood filled my nostrils. Oh god, a house must have caught on fire around here.
I turn another corner into my neighborhood and looked up in the sky. There was a cloud of smoke... directly over a my neighborhood. If I look past these houses and see that it's house on fire... I don't know what i'll do.
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Dancing with the Devil 𖤐 MICHAEL JACKSON
Fanfiction❝So, you think you danced with the Devil and you love him now?❞ 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓. 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. A book where the Devil ends up being the savior. This is not your usual love story. It's a...