If I Live

12.

Why is there someone in my bathroom? What do they want from me?

Could it be A?

I thought A was gone for good.

They can't take my painkillers. I need those.

"Ezra? Can you come here?" I yell.

"Why? Would one of the girls be better? Is this a girl thing?" He asks.

"No, no. You will be more useful." I say.

"Wow. I feel loved." Hanna yells sarcastically.

"Who are you? Why are you in my bathroom?" I ask, trying not to sound concerned.

"What's up, babe?" He asks.

"There is someone in the bathroom." I whisper yell.

"Who is it?" He asks, running upstairs to grab one of Mike's old lacrosse sticks.

"I don't know. If I knew, I would tell you."

Ezra runs back downstairs.

"Who are you?" Ezra asks the person in the bathroom.

We look at each other. Someone is still in there, and they are moving around.

"Go back with the girls. They could be dangerous. Call 911." He says, calmly in my ear.

"No. I need to know who it is." I say.

"Alright. Can I bust open the door?" He asks.

"See if it is unlocked first." I say. "I don't want to replace the door."

Ezra turns the doorknob.

There is a mystery man in the bathroom.

"Hey, who the hell are you and who the hell do you think you are?" I growl.

The man turns around.

"Are you the elusive Geoff Fitz who killed my parents?" I ask.

He looks at me and blinks.

"Tell me. Blinking isn't going to make you look very good." I say.

"It was. My truck spun out of control."

"Really? They didn't say it was dangerous to be on the roads to the truckers?" I say, calmly but forcefully.

"They did. I didn't listen though."

"Why? Why did you think that was a good idea?"

"I wanted to get out of Rosewood. I never wanted to meet Ezra." He says.

"You sure you were not a little drunk?" I ask.

"I may have had a few beers."

"Aria, he is an idiot. I have something to ask him though."

"Are you guys okay?" Em says, walking up to us.

"Who is that? And why does he look like like Ezra?"

"He is Ezra's deadbeat twin."

"Why were you out of my life so long?" Ezra asks.

Geoff stares at him.

"I asked you a question. Why were you out of my life so long?" Ezra growls, aggressively.

"This is a Dianne thing. She thought that you were the worst son. I would say she called you inferior. She wanted me to be raised right- away from you and Wes."

"So let me get this right. She wanted you raised right?" Ezra said, emphasizing on the you.

I turn to Em and whisper "call the cops."

I honesty had so much fun writing this chapter and my heart was racing.