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The words for this week are: educate, object, and silence
I stood, staring at the blood pooling around the woman's feet. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, but I knew it was more than she could lose and still be alive.
I managed to make my mouth and brain connect and said, "My god, Liberty, what did you do?"
My voice broke the heavy silence in the room, making me jump in my skin. I could feel a wave of disgust from Liberty, and couldn't tell if she was disappointed in my reaction or still thinking about her mother.
"Just get us out of here." she said dully in my head.
"No, we need to call the police. We can't just leave her here."
I quickly turned and started looking for the phone. I bumped into the couch and felt something wrong with my hand. I looked down and saw that I was gripping an object tightly in my hand. As soon as I noticed it, the muscles in my hands started to cramp, screaming at me to release it, but unable to loosen enough to let it drop to the ground.
In the dim light it was hard to see, but a glint of light made me recognize it. A knife. A big one, covered in a thick, gummy substance.
"What the hell?" The words flew out of my mouth, even though I knew what was going on. My stomach started revolting against me as I thought about what was covering the knife.
"Do you see why you can't call the cops? Do you need me to educate you on the system? Now, get us out of here, and bring the knife with you. We can dump it somewhere."
Liberty's voice had taken on a commanding tone, and she started moving me toward the door. I took one last look at her mother, and followed her.
I didn't know what else to do.
Sorry for the kind of non-event entry this week. But I think it sets up some important things about Liberty that will come to light later. Checkov's loaded gun, so to speak.