After a minute, Carlotta broke away from him, leaving her lipstick on his mouth. "Thank you very much, precious."
The Latina girl separated from him, leaving Lincoln momentarily paralyzed.
She then walks over to the man, who is still writhing on the ground.
Carlotta had an expression of anger and disgust towards that man.
"The boy you killed wasn't my boyfriend. He was my cousin. You fucking son of a bitch!"
A feeling of déjà vu struck Lincoln. Well, he went through something similar with Leni and her stalker.
In the meantime, Carlotta stomps the mechanic in the groin with her heel. Then again, and another, and another. And so on until the crotch area was painted with a crimson stain.
The mechanic lets out high-pitched screams, crying and pleading in a shrill voice.
At that moment, the Louds entered the workshop after hearing the gunshot. Since Lincoln was safe, and Carlotta too, they calmed down.
Mr. Loud gave his son his coat to cover himself.
Five minutes later, the police had already arrived with an ambulance.
They handcuffed the mechanic and took him into the ambulance to treat his knees and thighs.
Carlotta testified. So far, he will face charges of kidnapping, attempted rape, and premeditated murder. As if that wasn't enough, they also found five kilograms of packages filled with banned substances in a hidden room. Which would increase his sentence.
Both the Louds and the Casagrande celebrated that night.
Even though they had just buried Bobby, they finally got justice for him. Now his soul can rest in peace.
But this was not enough for one person.
However, Lori was still mourning the loss of her boyfriend. That was understandable. Mrs. Santiago was the same way as well, but now that her son's killer has been brought to justice, she can feel better. Unfortunately, Lori wasn't as strong as Maria.
It was after midnight. The Loud family and the Casagrande family said goodbye and got into their cars to head back to Royal Woods.
The next day.
That day, Lincoln had no classes. The school will be closed for fumigation.
The albino boy was at his parents' house, preparing breakfast.
That day, he decided to make his famous waffles, as two of his older sisters were going back to college tomorrow.
Leni was on medical leave, having just come out of a coma. Lori decided to take the year off to mourn her.
The boy came out of the kitchen carrying several plates full of pancakes. These were divided as follows:
Normal for the parents, the grandparents, and Lori.
Of rainbows. Lisa, Lola, Lana, and Luan.
Heart-shaped rose for Lynn, Luna, and Leni. Plus a black one for Lucy.
"Yes! Lincoln's Waffles!" shouted three of the youngest.
Lola was going to take one, but Lily stopped her.
"The eldest is served first," said Lily, taking three.
"Lisa, when do you think you'll get the cure for Lily?"
"I'm afraid it never will."
"What!?" The twins asked in unison.
"She said she likes being eleven. Since she is older than me, I have to obey her."
"But you never cared about anyone."
"Good. I like being eleven. I can reach the cookie jar; I'm the tallest girl in my class, and I can give you orders."
"You're only a year older than us, Lily."
"Girls. Don't fight," Rita stopped her girls, "Lily. Do you really want to still be eleven? Don't you want to be five and a half again? You'll miss the best of those years."
Lily thought about that. 'It was true. There were things I wanted to do that I couldn't do and games I couldn't participate in.' "I think you're right, Mom. I want to be five years old again."
"Excellent." Lisa reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pill. "Take this, and you will be five years old again."
"You said you don't have the cure," Lana reproached her.
"Yes... I lied to you. But it's better if you take her to another room."
"Why?"
"You will know."
Lily goes into the living room with a glass of water and starts taking the pill. Suddenly her body began to tremble, and she sweated a light purple substance. It evaporates into smoke of the same color that reaches the kitchen.
The family starts coughing from the smoke. They were forced to open the windows. When it dissipated, they saw that Lily had shrunk. The clothes she was wearing now became bigger than her.
The girl saw herself; in general, there was nothing strange. "Did it work, Lisa?"
"Let me see." The little genius scanned her sister with a mobile device. "Oh!"
"What? What happened?"
"Well. Well yes. You are younger."
"This is good."
"But you're only three years younger."
"Only three years? But that means..." Lily said.
"That's right, sister. We are the same age," Lisa replied.
Rita approached her daughters and said, "Can't you give her another of those pills?"
"Negative. Taking more than one would be dangerous. She could turn a one-year-old girl, or turn into a fetus."
Thinking about the first option did not satisfy Lily. 'I don't want to go back to wearing diapers' The second was even more terrible: "Then. Am I going to stay at eight?"
"But Lisa. What about Lily's preschool? She can't keep attending if she's eight years old," Mr. Loud asked.
"I can pull some strings and get her accepted into the right department."
"But they will teach me things I don't know yet."
"I'll think of something to put relevant knowledge into your head."
"Fine. As long as it doesn't involve cracking my skull open like a tin can."
When Lily said that, Lisa already had a can opener in her hand. "Okay. Then Plan B."
"What's plan B?"
"I'll tell you when I think about it."
Despite the strange situation, the rest of the day passed normally.
When breakfast ended, Lori got up from the table and walked to her room. The girl lay on her bed.