The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Thirty Nine

Song of the chapter is R.I.P by Rita Ora and Tinie Tempah 

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

Chase looked at me with a frown for several seconds before sighing loudly and getting out of his car grumbling something unintelligible.

    "Hey, do you need a hand?" he asked Annabelle in as friendly a tone as he could muster. He even forced his lips to quirk into an almost smile.

Annabelle slowly stood up from where she was hunched down looking at her tyre and turned to face Chase with her own uneasy smile. I noticed a foreign emotion pass over her features as she tried to think of a response.

    "Eh, you wouldn't happen to know how to change a wheel?" she asked timidly before lowering her gaze to his feet and letting her auburn hair fall in front of her face.

    "What kind of man would I be if I didn't?" Chase replied with another attempt at a laugh. In response Annabelle just quirked her lips and headed towards the car boot.

Chase turned to look at me as I sat watching the both of them converse in the passenger seat. He looked at me as I made a shooing motion with my hand in order to get him to follow her.

    "The spare is here and then there is some sort of tool kit thing back here too. My dad always said I should learn how to change a tyre but I always figured that I'd never need to know," she said aloud although it seemed to be more an observation rather than her attempt at starting conversation.

    "You don't need to learn, guys will always stop their cars to help a pretty girl like yourself out," Chase replied with a forced grin that looked more creepy than friendly.

I couldn't help but smack my hand into my face at his pathetic attempt at acting normal however Annabelle didn't seem fazed by his sexist behaviour and instead giggled at his supposedly flirtatious remark.

     "You're dad is a pharmacist right?" Chase mentioned casually as he continued to change the wheel.

    "I suppose you could say that. He owns a pharmaceutical company. It's one of the reasons I moved here," Annabelle replied as she stared at the way Chase's biceps flexed as he jacked the wheel upwards.

I couldn't help but wonder what this girl's deal was. Why was she so obsessed with sinking her claws into the men that were in my life? She'll probably try to come on to my father at my bloody wake.

    "That must be handy," Chase commented. He managed to keep the edge out of his voice but I knew where this conversation was going. In my head, Chase was supposed to use his charm and wit to make Annabelle think they were friends. I waved my arms frantically in the passenger seat as I tried to get his attention before he could mention something stupid that would blow our cover.

    "How do you mean?" she asked as her suspicion was starting to set in.

As a last ditch resort, I moved from being inside the car to being on the other side of Chase.

    "Don't you do what I think you're going to-" I started before he interrupted me.

    "You know when you're sick. He must have painkillers stored in every pocket," he replied before looking up at her with a dazzling smile.

I swear I saw her knees weaken as she sighed at my brother's smile. I felt sick to my stomach but thankful Chase hadn't acted stupidly.

    "There! All done," Chase exclaimed as he stood up and made a big show of wiping the dirt off of his hands.