Till Death Do Us Part {Completed}

Chapter Twenty - Life Or Death Situation

~Chapter Twenty - Life Or Death Situation~

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Any strength I’d had vanished in that moment.

            I mean, when I’d said goodbye to Finn and my friends and accepted the fact death was a possibility, I hadn’t really taken into account the fact that, you know, death was a possibility.

 

            But underneath the murderous gaze of Lucas and with the barrel of the gun weighing in on me like a hot laser with the intention to kill, the thought came flying back to me full-force, and I was reminded suddenly how tedious my life was; how delicate my existence was. It hung in the balance like a tightrope, hard to stay on but so, so easy to fall off.

            Maybe, in my genetic make up somewhere, I had a kind of nervous tick that when my life was in danger, I kicked into ‘Lacey’s smartass’ mode. I didn’t really know, as death had never been a major issue in my life until that very moment.

            But, for some reason, when my throat was clogging up and butterflies swarmed in my stomach, instead of pleading or bursting into tears or something to that effect, the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “Seriously? Where the hell do you keep getting these guns from?”

            “I had a feeling tonight you were planning something,” Lucas replied easily, as if we were discussing the weather, or something. “You’d been acting strange lately, and I knew you were beginning to suspect. I took precautions and brought a gun, just in case worse came to worse. I’m sorry, Lace. I really don’t wanna do this.”

            “Then don’t,” I replied breathlessly, hoping to persuade him not to kill me.

            He shook his head. “You see, that’s not an option now. If you had’ve just kept out of it, it would be okay. If you had’ve just minded your own businesses and not investigated, we wouldn’t be here. But you had to go and investigate everything; had to stick your nose where it didn’t belong. Why’d you have to do that, Lacey?”

            It was obvious that right now Lucas had a couple screws loose, and his mental health was definitely not up to par with the average person. Which made him double the enemy I’d thought he was in the first place. I mean, a desperate teenage boy, I could handle. But a crazy one?

           

            Not so much.

            “Lucas, please, we can work this out,” I said in the calmest tone I could muster while a gun was trained in between my eyes; which sounded much like the tone one would use when trying to convince a kitten not to tear up the new lounge furniture. I figured as long as I kept him talking, it was prolonging my death, and I wracked my brain for things I could do to save myself. I just needed time and a good plan.

            Unfortunately neither of those was forthcoming.