Chapter four
Dear Diary,
I almost forgot about Asher. But obviously, I had good reason to. Let's see, a boyfriend to break up with, friends to consol, and not to mention, a murder to clean up after. I think it's over between me and Asher. I have too much to think about right now.
I don't know who did it. I mean, I THINK I know...but, I could be wrong.
I think it's Brie.
I crossed that out, because I know it can't be her. I don't even know what I'm talking about...she's not the killer. I've known her forever. She's my longest friend. I've known her since a week after she was born. Our mother's our best friends, well they used to be. Brie's mom died a few ago from a car accident. But when they were friends, us two babies would sit side by side in our swinging chairs.
How can I even suspect her?
But she was acting so strange...with the blood pact and all. I mean, it's not like I haven't done a blood pact before. But I was younger, and didn't know what it meant. If you do a blood pact, it means you are bond with the members of that pact. Nothing can break the bond, no matter how strongly you feel about breaking it. I was in this forever.
Brie is defiantly a suspect. But of course, none of us did it anyway...it's not possible. Why would any of us kill Emily? None of us had a reason too. Or did we?
It doesn't matter. We are leaving tomorrow morning back to Carlyle Bay. We were going to dump the body into a river of lake or something, and leave it at that. It was a foreign country after all. No police would come after us.
But...they don't even need to come after us. Because someone else killed her.
...Right?
Charlotte
FAST FORWARD 12 HOURS:
It was done. Everything was finished. The body in a lake, where no one would find it. The palace was cleaned up, and we tossed the knife into the lake along with the body. There was nothing to worry about. Nothing was going to happen.
I sat in the hotel lobby, Vivian and I were waiting for everyone else to come down. I looked over to Vivian, who was nervously twidiling her thumbs. I could faintly still see the scratch where Brie had pricked her.
I smiled weakly at her, an apology for everything. I knew that it meant nothing, but I felt I had to try.
She gave me a frown. She then leaned in and whispered. "What are we going to do when people ask where Emily is?"
I had already thought of this. "We say that she wanted to stay another week by herself. We say that she and Jason broke up, and she found a new guy here. It's easy, because it puts us away from becoming suspects, and this 'new guy' into a suspect. Perfect." It was perfect, but I wasn't happy about it.
Vivian nodded. "I guess. But...Charlotte, what about her family? I know her sister. I can't look into their eyes and lie. I know that she is never coming back."
I stared onto the floor at nothing. "I know." For some reason, I suddenly felt an over whelming surge of guilt over Emily. But why? I didn't kill her.
We didn't say anything more, until everyone arrived.
Going threw sercurity at the airport was a challenge. It was nerve racking knowing what had happened, but eventually we made it through, and in another hour, we were on the plane, and off to Montpelier, Vermont. And then, after that, we would arrive at Carlyle Bay, and forget everything that happened on our last night in Salta.
