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"Catch!" He threw me the keys while we're running so fast. Despite the far distance between us he still threw it to me accurately. Maybe being in the football team really did pay off. I ran as fast as I could when I heard the police sirens became louder and louder as seconds gone by. We've been trying to get out of this hotel for minutes and I'm losing the chance to catch up on our group. I'm crying loud to release the deep fear of what we've saw and done. And It honestly didn't help with my running, the side of my ribs starts hurting from running and It came into an end as a reached the balcony "Damn! Fuck! I missed the stairs." I fell on my knees crying. "DALTON! I DON'T THINK I COULD MAKE IT!" I screamed and he stopped running signaling the others to continue. "Blaire. Listen to me." He screamed. "Climb through the other side of that balcony rail and try to hang at a low distance." I'm nervously shaking but I did what Dalton told me and I climbed. I tried to hang on to the cement of the balcony and let go. I fell hard on my butt, I winced at the pain. Dalton smiled at me and continued running towards the car. And I ran to get the bike. I let out a sigh. I can do this, I can do this. I rode the bike and started it. "I can do this" I was a bit nervous as I ran it towards the back gate, the bike was wiggling but after a few minutes, I was running the bike at a high speed. finally catching up at Dalton and the others. I don't know how we could prove ourselves as not guilty, but the police knows we killed that celebrity. We didn't know who is, but we have to find out for ourselves, I don't know why or how, but we have to because if we don't. We'll end up in prison. Having death as punishment
ALONA GRIFFIN MURDER
