Chapter 75. Wrong House

ZHIVARGO

Shit! I ran over to the closet and looked through various hanging mini skirts and dresses, pants way too big in the hips for me, and untouched shoes.

Wigs were on a few mannequin heads. I wasn't a homosexual and had nothing against them―just wasn't my thing―but I snatched the longest, curliest black wig from the mannequin head, rushed to put it on my head.

Damn it! I hated this shit already! I took the longest black dress from the hanger, put it on with haste.

I heard voices from outside the window. "The screams coming from inside the house!"

"Velma screamed somebody trying to assault her!"

"POLICE YOU'RE AT THE WRONG HOUSE!"

"Yea, sir...it's this one right here!"

Snitches!

I forced my feet into a pair of flats and ran out of the room, and into the living room. I had to fight my survival instincts to keep my wings out of sight because I didn't feel like being shot at.

My wings seemed to come out when they wanted to