Falling in Love...with a Murderer

Chapter 4

"I'm a Barbie Girl, in a Barbie World. I am plastic, life's fantastic." Miranda did not stop singing the most annoying song ever made at the top of her lungs, very much out of key. I was four in the morning, and I was exhausted, seeing as how I only slept for about an hour so far.

"Shut up," I groaned into a pillow, and of course that got Miranda to sing even louder. I pushed a pillow against my ears, just wanting her to stop. And I knew there was only one way I would be able to get her to shut it.

And I would not do it. I didn't care if I never got another night's sleep again. I would not put my life in danger just to find out who took hers.

She began singing the same line over and over, aparently that was the the only part she knew.

"I'm a Barbie Girl," Nope. Not going to cave.

"In a Barbie World." No way. She thinks she can break me...

"I am plastic," I could handle this. I mean it wasn't that terrible.

"Life's fan--"

"Okay, fine, I'm freaking give up!" I yelled, sitting up in my bed as I glared at this crazy woman with crazy eyes.

She just smirked at me. "Somehow I just knew you would come around." She stood up, obviously very pleased with herself. "You should rest up. We've got a big day tomorrow." And just like that, she was gone. But was it possible for me to get back to sleep? No way! I lied awake thinking about everyway this man could kill me. If he could kill a mother and her unborn child, he would have no problem murdering a seventeen year old.

Morning came to quickly and Miranda arrived back in my room, waking me up. She was very cheery I may add while I was like the walking dead. She made me quickly get dressed and I grabbed a poptart on the way out the door.

"Okay, so I have been doing some spying on Blaine. He's been acting all depressed that I'm dead so he's been spending all his time at the bar. That's where we're going."

I looked at her shocked. "You want me to go to the bar and what? Hit on him?"

She shrugged. "Yeah, it will probably help get you on the inside of Blaine's twisted mind."

"But I look like crap. I hardly got any sleep thanks to somebody."

I saw her shrug. "Well we can only hope he's had enough alcohol to where you actually look good." She walked on ahead, proud of herself while I stood and glared at her. However I quickly caught up to her when a man walking his dog on the other side of the street gave me a weird look for standing in the middle of the sidewalk, glaring at nothing.

Ten minutes later we stood inside an old run down bar. Surprisingly there were quite a few people here. And I was ver surprised no one had asked to see my id. I was pretty sure Miranda was behinf that one.

"There's the bastard." Miranda muttered, pointing straight ahead ti a guy whose back was facing us. He had dirty blond hair and was wearing a dark shirt and a cowboy hat but that was really all I could see.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Go on up there." Miranda pushed me, and thankfully no one seemed weirded out by the fact that I suddenly stumbled. This was a bar, people like me were probably normal. Except, you know, they were drunk. I just had ghosts standing behind me, pushing me around.

Casually I made my way over to a stool at the bar that was two seats over from the bar and sat down before turning to him. "I like your hat," I said, then silently cursed at myself for saying something so stupid.

Blaine looked at me and my eyes widened as I took in his face. How Miranda ever cheated on a guy like this was beyond me. His dirty blond hair was a bit long, and was getting in his green eyes. He had white pasty skin and a beard which he hadn't bothered to shave in a while. But it helped make him look sexy as hell.