P.S. I Love You

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Months passed and slowly I started moving in with Paul. It had been three months since I left the hospital, and luckily have not gone back. My doctor says that the baby is doing good which is great to hear. It's probably killing them that I keep traveling. I chuckled to myself as I opened the door to my old flat in LA. I had to grab a few more things and say goodbye to everyone. When I went up to the door it was ajar. That was very unusual.

"Susan?" I called at the doorway.

I waited a few seconds but heard no response. I started to search the flat.

"Susan, it's Amelia."

I peeked into her bedroom and my bedroom, then in the kitchen and lastly where I found her, in the bathroom.

"Susan!!" I screamed finding a lifeless body in the tub with a note next to her head.

"To whom it concerns,

She knew to much about me and my plans. Even if I was very close with her she had to go...

From,

DH"

I made sure not to pick it up just so my fingerprints were not on the notes.

"Susan." I whispered to the lifeless body lying in the full tub.

"I guess I need to call the police."

"I came over to the house to grab a few last things. Usually she keeps the door locked but it was wide open when I got here. And I searched the house for her and I found her here in the tub."

The police man nodded as he examined the note.

"Well, this won't be the last you see of us, we definitely will be asking to hear what happened, and some info about Susan."

I bit my bottom lip.

"I don't live in Los Angeles. I used to but I moved to London-"

"Wait you are Amelia Witherell, aren't you?" The police man asked coming closer to me.

"Yes. That's me. Can we focus on Susan though?"

He pulled me close to him. As if it was instinct I slapped him.

"Don't touch me." I walked out of the apartment.

"I don't get who would kill her Paul."

I took a tiny sip of my tea.

He tapped his fingers on the table.

"Are you going to tell George?"

"Do you think he's really going to be that disappointed? I mean he's been with that Pattie girl lately."

Paul furrowed his eyebrows a bit and thought.

"I think you need to tell him. He probably would want to know."

I let out a tiny sigh. I walked over to the black phone and dialed George's number.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.

"Hello?" George whispered.

"Hey George it's me, Amelia. I need to talk to you."

"Georgie! Come here!" Pattie called from what seemed like a distance.

"Pattie, I'll be over there in a minute. What's wrong Amelia?"

I took in a deep breath. It still hurt me to say these words.

"Susan is uh..." My voice trailed off.

"Amelia I'm over Susan. That was just a little one time-"