Till Death Do Us Part {Completed}

Chapter Seven - You're The Death Of Me

~Chapter Seven - You're The Death Of Me~

“What?” I whispered, blinking in confusion at him.

            Finn swallowed. “He killed me, Lace. He shot me right through the heart. And he didn’t even blink.”

            My mouth was growing increasingly dry with each second, and it felt like coarse sandpaper in my mouth. I shook my head vigorously. There was just no way. “No, you’re wrong. You’re lying!”

            “Lacey,” he said, putting his hands up in a surrendering motion and stepping towards me calmly, like a trainer who was trying to gain the trust of a frightened animal in a zoo. “I’m telling the truth.”

            “I know him,” I told him, shrinking against the door in an unreasonable fear. “He’s my boyfriend. I know him better than anyone else. We tell each other everything.”

            He looked at me pointedly. “Did you tell him about the fact you can see ghosts?”

            Well, the answer was no. But how could I? I would look like a loon if I suddenly came out and said, ‘Hey, Lucas? Guess what? I can see ghosts. In fact, right now your best friend is in the room blaming you for his murder. Would you like some soda, or should we just go straight to the mental institution?’

            No, I don’t think that would go down too well.

            “Of course not!” I snapped, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “But that’s different.”

            “Everyone has a secret, Lacey,” Finn said matter-of-factly, sounding like a fortune cookie. “If you dig deep enough, I’m sure you’ll unearth some things about your boyfriend that will prove he’s not as innocent as he seems.”

            “There’s just no way,” I whispered almost inaudibly. A blond lock of hair fell into my eyes, and I pushed it back behind my ear impatiently. “He’s not a killer.”

            Finn stepped forward and grabbed my wrist, making me jump in fright. “Do you trust me, Lacey?”

            I swallowed. “No,” I said honestly.

            He frowned, and a look of hurt crossed his features before he shook it off. “Oh, well. Too bad. ’Cause I’m about to show you something.”

            “What?” I whispered.

            “How I died,” he replied, as if he were talking about the weather or tax prices and then all of a sudden, I was plunged into darkness, and the only sound was that of my piercing scream as I hurtled through space.