Authors: Lara Verne
For those who supported me from the beginning
CHAPTER ONE - LIZA
“She lived a good life,”
“Why would anyone want to do this to her?”
“She was just a teenager,”
“There are some real psychos out there,”
“I’m moving to Canada,”
The whispering was starting to get to me. I snapped my book shut and let out a much-needed exaggerated sigh. “Can we go home now?”
My best friend of three years, Katie, raised her head from her magazine but still did not meet her gaze with mine. “I still have a few pages left,”
I leaned back in my chair and opened my book to where I left off. I tried my best to ignore the whispers but it was very hard. I had thought the public library would be an escape from the news circling around town, but I was anything but right.
The news spreading around town was that Ellen McHannon was murdered. Ellen was a senior. Three weeks ago, she turned eighteen. As far as I knew, she was liked by many. Nobody knows who would want to kill her. Of course, the police have made connections to similar murders but they do not know for sure.
Don’t get me wrong, I felt bad for Ellen. I didn’t know her well but I knew her well enough to not want her murdered. The thing that annoyed me the most was the whispering. People seemed to care a lot when you are dead.
“Katie,” I implored, glancing down at my watch, “It’s getting late, you know Jeremy is going to kill me if I get home past my curfew.”
Katie slammed her magazine down on the coffee table. “Jeremy is away on a business trip, don’t try to fool me. Besides, we’re going to the movies tonight,”
I gave her a courtesy laugh, “Making plans without consulting me?” I questioned.
“Oh, come on,” she whined, “I want to get out of here and have some fun.”
“No one is stopping you,”
Katie quirked a brow, “I can’t have fun without my best friend,” she paused to think, “We can even invite Sean if that’s what’ll make you go.”
I closed my book and set it on the coffee table. “Inviting my boyfriend will not make me want to go to the movies with you.” I poked the inside of my cheek, not wanting to give in.
“Fine,” she spat, leaning back in her chair. “I guess I’ll be the one keeping Sean company.”
My eyes bulged, “No you will not!” I yelled with a hint of jealousy.
Katie wiggled her eyebrows, “How are you going to stop me?” she teased, inching forward with a huge grin on her face.
“By going to the movies with you,” I muttered under my breath, sinking into the sofa.
“Now that sounds like my Liza,”
“Oh shut up,” I snapped at her, grabbing my keys from my back pocket and twirling it around my finger. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,”
“That was the worse movie I have ever seen!” Sean complained, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me towards him.
“Oh, really?” Katie questioned, “I could have sworn you cried over that one--”
“I was allergic to the perfume in the theater,”
She scoffed, “Just admit it. You enjoyed it.”
Sean shook his head, “The only part I enjoyed was seeing Kristen Stewart somewhat naked,”
I playfully punched him in the shoulder, “Watch it,”
He raised his hands in defense as he continued to walk beside me. “Babe, I have to stop by the grocery store before I go home so I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” He leaned in and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek.
“Gross,” Katie commented.
I ignored her as always and waved Sean goodbye as he ran across the street, getting into his car.
“You and Sean are perfect together,” Katie said, “I mean he loves you, you love him. It’s almost like puppy love.” She pouted and furrowed her brows, imitating a puppy.
“I guess you can call it that,” I said, biting my lip. “I need to go home,” I changed the subject, “Do you think you’re going to be okay or do you want me to take you home?”
She thought it through for a moment, “You know what; I’ll just wait until my brother gets off work. He’ll give me a ride.”
I flashed her a small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Turning on my heel, I headed for my car. I crossed my street and accidentally stepped into a puddle, getting my feet wet. I sputtered profanities as I took off my sandals and continued to walk barefoot.
The wind blew harshly against my brunette hair. I heard crunching noises that came from behind me, slightly becoming closer. Somehow, I could not shake the feeling that something or someone was watching every move I made. I turned around, looked over my shoulder and stared into the distance. I narrowed my eyes, trying to see farther in the midnight darkness. I fished inside of my purse for my cell phone and watched the screen roar to life.
I knew my brother was on a business trip but I also knew that he had ways of knowing where I was at all times.
Slowly I turned around, walking forward with my sandals in hand. A cold gust kicked up, wrapping around me like a winter coat. I reached my car, pressing the unlock button on my key and got in. Turning the key in the ignition, I sat back in my seat waiting for the car to heat up. These winter nights sometimes got the best of me.
Just as I was about to reverse out of my parking spot, my cell phone’s screen lit up, indicating I had a new text message. I glanced down at the screen and smiled sheepishly to myself at the caller ID. Pressing ‘read’, I watched as the message soon filled the screen. I read it repeatedly until I finally decided it was time to get out of here.
‘ I love you Liza –Sean
CHAPTER TWO - JACOB
“Just give me ten shots of the hardest thing you’ve got,” I said nonchalantly. I was sure bags hung underneath my eyes and my hair was a tousled mess but I didn’t care. I have been going through this for years now and I still couldn’t find the one. Where was she? I was tired of waiting.
The bartender handed me a glass of an unknown substance. I didn’t bother to ask and I didn’t bother to care. I gulped it down. Slamming the glass on the counter, I turned to face the television. They were broadcasting the news on Ellen McHannon. I sighed to myself. I didn’t need any more reminders on how she broke my heart.
She should have just loved me.
If she loved me then we would not be here. She wouldn’t be breaking news and I wouldn’t be getting drunk. If only she knew that, I just wanted to care for her.
But she made it so difficult.
I tore my gaze away from the television and stared blankly at my empty glass, “Keep them coming,” I said hoarsely.
The bartender obeyed and refilled my glass to the rim, “Having a rough night?”
I forced myself to look at him, my eyes burning from the movement. “You can say that,” I replied.
He nodded, “Everything always works out. Getting wasted is never the answer.”
I glared at him, refusing to let myself blink. “Keep them coming,” I said bitterly, finishing the glass. I really didn’t need advice from someone who worked in a bar.
“Don’t drink yourself to death, now,” he warned, refilling my glass.
I ignored him. He wouldn’t understand anyway. I fished out a hard twenty and placed it on the counter in front of him. “Have a pleasant night,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my words.