The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Forty One

Song of the chapter Melanie Martinez's 'Dollhouse'

Sorry for the wait

CHAPTER FORTY ONE

"Hey Annabelle, I was just wondering if you would wanna come over? Everyone's out so it would be just the two of us," Chase said awkwardly from the window. He was standing with his back to me and I could feel the tension in the air. He was worried.

   "We could get a pizza or something?" he suggested, trying - and failing - to sound as normal as possible. I was hoping Annabelle wouldn't be picking up on the strange tone he had to his voice but even if she did I didn't really have any cause for concern. Annabelle would simply do the math. Here Chase was - a guy who could be considered very attractive to another member of the female gender who was not related to him - inviting the girl he had been spending a considerable amount of time with over the last number of weeks, over to his house when it was empty. Like any other girl, she was probably assuming that the only thing that could be possibly going down would be her.

   "Great, I'll see you then," he muttered before hanging up. He turned from he window and just as I suspected, a glint of worry flashed through his eyes before they made contact with mine.

   "Happy?" he snapped as he threw his iphone onto his bed and proceeded to pick up a few things that were lying haphazardly on the floor.

   "Ecstatic," I replied before making a space for myself on his unmade bed. "She probably thinks she's coming over to have sex with you so it's probably best for you to get straight to the point. I'd also lock the doors once she comes in, that way if she runs you won't have to chase her too far."

   "You're sick in the head," Chase mumbled as my words shocked him from the tidying he was doing.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm just a planner. I like to make sure that things go right."

   "Whatever," he grunted before exiting the room.

I could feel my control over Chase slipping as the minutes to Annabelle's arrival ticked by. I was half sure that he would back out at the last minute and send her home.

   "Look, all you are doing is blackmailing her into getting some prescription drugs, then you become buddies with Caleb and put it in his beer or something. You're not going to hold him down and inject him or anything. It will look like an accident - I'd do it myself but he might think somethings wack when his dead ex-girlfriend shows up with a six pack of budweiser and a bottle of pills," I pointed out as I followed him down the stairs towards the kitchen.

   "Can you just shut up for one second? Ever since you turned up at the prison you've been constantly fucking talking in my ear. 'Chase do this', 'Chase do that', 'Chase kill Caleb'" he said imitating my voice, "I thought having you around would comfort me, but instead you're just using me like you used everyone else before you died."

His words wounded me as I stopped in my tracks as I stared at him walking towards the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer and angrily snapping the cap off.

   "Chase-" I said before being cut off by the doorbell.

Without meeting my eye, Chase stalked out to the front door and opening it to reveal a neatly made up Annabelle in a tight pencil skirt and blouse. Smiling she said hello before stepping past him and into the house. I stood frozen as I tried to figure out whether I was supposed to hide or stay where I was. I chose the more sensible option of running into the kitchen and crouching down behind the island in the centre of the room. Better safe than sorry.