A Deal with the Devil (Completed)

28. One might think I am in love with you.

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Chapter 28.

One might think I am in love with you.

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Racheal's POV

We both bend down and grabbed the handle. "One, two..." I counted.

"...And open."

As soon as the coffin open, we fell back, gasped and blinked again and again and again, not believing the sight in front of us.

Colton finally found his voice, shaken and broken. "W-why is the coffin empty?"

I shook her head with disbelief. "Where the hell is my father's body!?"

I couldn't believe it, I just couldn't. I mean we did bury my father, at least we think we did but apparently not. Admittedly we didn't get to see his body but that was because they claimed it was burnt and in tiny pieces which shouldn't be seen unless you want to vomit and faint. Dad always wanted to be buried so we didn't do a cremation. But this, this was a shock. Was nothing in my life real anymore?

Fake relationship, fake boyfriend, fake coffin and now a fake dead dad.

Colton cleared his throat, his eyes still on the empty brown coffin. "Maybe he's here somewhere, you know?" He tried, but even his voice held skepticism.

I snorted, "Yeah sure." Not being able to stand up anymore, I gave up and down next to the stupid coffin, not giving a damn about the dirt sticking to my butt, I had bigger things to worry about.

"Maybe we just dug in the wrong coffin." He tried again and though I wanted to appreciate his way of comforting me and trying to soothe me, I couldn't. My mind was a mess and I was soon becoming super pissed.

I glared at him, pointing at the gravestone. "Are you blind? It clearly says Ashton Smith and that is my dad, at least I think so. I don't even know what to believe anymore."

Colton sighed. "Maybe it got switched."

I closed my eyes and opened them again, this time not able to control my anger. "No Colton, it didn't. We never saw my dad's body because they said it was too charred and we were all so sad that we didn't even think too much of it. But now the only explanation is either my dead burned dad awoke from the dead, unlocked the coffin from inside, crawled his way out and walked right outside to get some coffee and forgot all about his family in the chaos or somebody took out his body and ran away with it. Or worse yet? He was never fucking dead. This was a stupid game and he is still alive pretending to be dead to us. Why he would do that I have no bloody clue! It doesn't make sense, hell nothing makes sense anymore." I complained, putting face in my palms.

Colton sighed again, sitting down next to me. He didn't say anything and I was glad because my brain was too preoccupied to register his words anyways.

Why would my dad do all this? Is my dad even dead? If not, why lie? Why hide for four years? To protect his family? But from what? And he could have lived and protected. Why me? Why my dad? Why did this case go to my mother? Is this fate? I bet those weird three one eyed goddesses are having a laugh right now.

After a while Colton suddenly moved, his hands jumping to hold mine and his eyes danced with excitement. I furrowed my eyebrows, ignoring the warmth that his skin gave mine. "What?"