The Dead Killer

Chapter Two

The next morning I wake up rather late than usual.
My first thoughts: "fake news.."
"What if its not fake news, Barry?" I ask him the next morning.
He sighs. "Babe. You went to his funeral and now you don't think he's dead?!" Barry exclaims.
"I just... I don't know, Bare. He could have faked that." I reply.
Barry rolls his eyes.
"Highly unlikely. Why are you stressing over this anyway, baby?" He asks.
"Because if he's not dead then we have some problems." I tell him.
He raises an eyebrow. "Like?" He asks.
"He could come after me. Us." I reply.
He stiffens, yet at the same time lets out a weak laugh.
"Babe. You're scenarios aren't likely to happen." He says.
"But they still got you shook, didn't they?" I counter.
He sighs, and doesn't answer my question.
"Whatever." I reply.
"Hey. Don't get mad at me. I'm just treating this situation this way so you don't worry about it as much." Barry tells me.
"I know." I reply.
"I'm sorry that I yelled earlier. I'm sorry that this is happening. I'm sorry I don't understand most of it." Barry says all at once.
"Its okay. I understand that this is probably stressful for you. You don't even know the man yet he's trying to kill us." I say.
"Not to mention the man is from your past." Barry replies.
I nod.
For the remainder of that day Barry and I just talk. We mostly talked about what's going on.
"Don't stress." Barry says.
"I'm trying not to." I reply.
Barry is sitting behind me at the moment, playing with little strands of my hair.
"I get that. I really do. I just don't want this guy to ruin more than he intended to." Barry says.
"What's  that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Maybe he'll fail. Maybe he was supposed to kill us but it won't happen. Maybe he'll just ruin our relationship instead." Barry explains.
"Can we please stop talking about this?" I ask exhaustedly.
I start wiggling my shoulders.
"Are you ok?" Barry asks.
I nod. "Just stress making everything hurt." I explain.
Barry sits there and starts rubbing my shoulders.
"Hey. Ouch." I say.
"Sorry." He replied.
"Its fine. Can we please just... I don't know. All I have on my mind is.. You know what. Can we just.. Move on for a day? Worry about this tomorrow? I don't want this to be the new problem for the rest of our lives. I want us to be able to not worry. I don't want this.... fear I guess, to take over our lives." I tell him.
"It won't, baby. I'm not scared. If you're scared, that's okay. You have reasons. I will help you and protect you from this... Situation. That's what I'll do." Barry says.
I smile. "Thank you. Now what are we doing today?" I ask.
"I was thinking.. Park?" He asks.
"Okay! Um I'll go get ready then we can go?" She replies.
I give her a thumbs up.

Normal day at the park with the love of my life.
Yeah, right.

A/N: I'm trying to use this story to really improve my writing.. So I tried to make the end of this chapter suspenseful and interesting. Good work? I hope so.