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We're standing frozen staring at each other. Through the sheer curtain, I can make out a tall figure standing out on the balcony. He's about Foster's height.
"Is that him?" Donnie asks.
"It could be. I'm going to ask him about all of this." I take a few steps toward the door.
"He's gonna lie to you. He won't blow his cover for anything."
"Let's let him in and ask him."
"No!" His quiet yell stops me and draws my attention back to him. He's pointing a gun at me.
My stomach plummets. "Donnie! What the hell? You have a gun?"
"Get rid of him. Don't tell him nothing, Mila." The threat in his voice is terrifying.
"Put that away, Donnie. You're not going to shoot me. I'm your sister." We're scream-whispering at each other. He's acting like a psycho.
"I'll shoothim. Get rid of him or I'll shoot him. I swear to God, I'll kill him right here in your room." The end of the gun shakes as he points it toward the balcony.
I gasp and look at Foster's silhouette through the curtain again. He's still there waiting for me to open the door.
Knock.Knock.Knock. His pounding becomes insistent. I have to answer him.
Donnie runs to the closet. "I swear to God, I'll shoot him from here. Get rid of him fast. Get him out of here. If he's still here in five minutes, I'll kill him. I don't care anymore. Don't test me."
The tension and rage in Donnie's voice tell me he's serious. My stomach clenches and bile rises in my throat. Foster is in so much danger. I have to protect him. I have to get him out of here fast to protect him. Could he really be a cop? I'm so confused.
We have to talk about this all later. Alone. I have so many questions.
But right now I have to save him. I have to send him away.
Donnie hunches down and hides in the closet. His eye peeks through the crack.
This is going to hurt like hell, but I have to do it.
I'll call Foster after he leaves, but first I have to get him out of here as fast as I can.
I approach the door and move the sheer fabric aside an inch.
"Let me in." He taps on the glass again.
I don't move. I can't let him in when Donnie has a gun and wants to kill him.
"Mila. Let me in."
"No." I shake my head.
"Open the fucking door. Now."
"Foster. Please, just go. I'll talk to you later."
The door rattles when his fist strikes it.
My hands fly up to mess with the lock and the alarm sensor before I open the door an inch.
I'm going to tell him to leave, but he jams his hand through the gap and slams the thing open. "Step back."
I shuffle out of the way and stare at him. I'm frozen in fear and can't move. His face is all red and swollen like after a fight. His hand is bandaged.
