Falling in Love...with a Murderer

Chapter 6

Three hours later I finally stopped the car, well mainly because we ran out of gas. But that wasn't the point. I pulled over to the side of the road and nearly kissed the ground when I stepped out of the car. Blaine was still sound asleep like the little baby he was.

"What the hell is going on here?" I suddenly heard Miranda's voice appear and boy, was I pissed.

I immediately turned to her and stormed over so we were just a few inches part. "Where were you?! I said I would held you catch your murderer, not babysit him while he throws up on me!"

I saw Miranda look at my shirt and stifle a laugh.

"This is not funny!"

She nodded her head. "Yeah, it kind of is."

I groaned as I turned to walk the other way. Thankfully I was just two miles away from my house. I had kept driving around in circles all throughout this town so I was still nearby.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I shook my head furiously as I turned back around to face her. "I am going home. I quit. Find someone else who doesn't mind being harrassed in a bar by a guy with missing teeth, who knows how to drive stick shift, and doesn't mind dealing with that arrogant stubborn ass who enjoyed throwing up on me just a little too much." I didn't wait for her response. Instead, I turned around and headed home.

It took about an hour for me to get home, and I was grateful when I did. No one was home, they all had lives apparently while I was the one who spent my days dealing with grown men who acted like children and had arguments with dead people.

I made my way up to my room and immediately threw off my shirt in disgust so I was just standing in my bra. I knew I desperately needed a shower so I grabbed some clothes in my closet and walked into the bathroom my sister and I shared. I went and turned on the water, making sure it was warm before I started to strip. I took my pants off when I heard a voice, causing me to jump.

"What exactly do you mean when you say you quit?" Miranda asked me and I turned around, glairing at her.

"Don't do that. You scared me." I groaned, rubbing my temples. "And I mean I quit."

"Like...you're done?"

"That's what quit typically tends to mean." I rolled my eyes, waiting for her to leave, but a sudden dark expression caught my attention.

"You only quit when I say you do, Mir."

"No, I am going to quit when I want. And let me tell you, I am definitely not going to have a ghost tell me what to do."

She was about to speak when I held up my hand and spoke again. "And you can keep me up all night with your terrible singing of bad songs. I don't care. I am not going to do it."

Her expression darkened as I turned around to face the mirror, as I pulled my hair out of its pony tail. I noticed Miranda was still standing there so I walked over to the shower to turn off the water until she left. However when I bent down, I heard Miranda's voice behind me. "Let's see if you feel the same way when you know what it's like to be dead." I was about to stand up and ask her what the hell she was talking about when I felt a hard shove and the sudden motion of my head connecting with the shower wall along with a loud cracking sound.

The last thing I remember was fighting to breathe as water that had filled in the tub from the running water surrounded me, getting over my head and into my mouth, before everything went black.