Chapter 11: Smartasses and Dumbasses
The line goes silent at his whisper and I immediately tense up. A cold chill runs through me as my mind registers what he says.
"How the fuck..." I voice, running my hand across my jaw. "I mean I just...what the hell happened?"
He lets out an exasperated breath and pauses. "Asphyxiation, they're guessing."
I let out a laugh in disbelief. "Guessing? What about a fucking autopsy?"
"Don't get pissed at me." he reprimands, offended. "I'm just the messenger. Her friend found her body last night. Considering the police talked to me and not you, they probably don't know you were over there."
"Where are you?"
"With my lawyer. These pricks actually think I hired someone to do my dirty work-whatever. Look, I'm just warning you, keep your mouth shut about this shit."
"No, Damon." I hiss. "I had to learn the hard way that all these lies keep piling up and someone's going to drown in them."
He scoffs. "Fine. Lets say you do tell the cops. You know what will happen? They're gonna keep me locked up and press even more charges on me, and then they're going to charge you for murder and we'll be sharing a fucking jail cell together with Hank who likes men to bend over and be called Betsie."
"I didn't do anything." I attest, pacing around in a circle. "They have no proof."
He scoffs. "You were the last one to see her alive. They don't need any proof."
I shake my head. "Some guy was there after I left," I remember vaguely, my mind jumbled. My mind travels back to the suspecting guy that walked in when I left.
Damon clucks his tongue. "What'd he look like?"
I rack my brain. "Dark hair, dark eyes and gives off a really creepy feel. I booked it after he came in."
"Did he say anything?"
"No." I said firmly. "Barely knew I was there. He looked a little familiar, but I'd never seen him before."
"What was he wearing?"
I curl my fist and huff. "I don't know. Look, this shit is too twisted right now. I have a baby at home, Damon. I can't play these games anymore. I have to grow up and be accountable and shit."
He laughs darkly. "Well it's too late to play Good Samaritan now."
"I'm going to the police." I ignore him, kicking a stone on the cement in boredom.
"Fine, it's your death sentence."
He hangs up before I can get another word in, and I feel a little like a teenage girl the way I groan and yell into the empty parking lot.
A loud curse spits from my lips as I walk back toward the restaraunt. I refuse to let this trivial bullshit ruin my date with Elena. Even thinking her name makes me feel lighter. I can't fuck this up more than I already have, and I've done enough.
All this lying has gotten me nowhere but down and I'm sick of it. We aren't even technically in a relationship and I'm already screwing things up.
After a nice mental beat down, I head inside to see her staring off into space at the table. When I'm in her line of vision, she glares at me.
"I'm sorry. I feel like I'll be saying that to you a lot."
Her shoulders slack and a smile graces her lips. "You probably will. Everything okay?"
