Nice Shot (John Luke Robertson Book 2)

Chapter 12

PLEASE DO NOT HATE ME!!!! SCHOOL STARTED BACK AND IVE HAD HOMEWORK OIT THE WAZOO PLUS I CRACKED MY PHONE SO I COULDN'T WRITE BUT I GOT A NEW PHONE!!!

"I know who killed her," I announce to my boyfriend, standing with the paper of clues in hand.

"Kaysie," John Luke sighs, standing from his perch on my bed. I glance down at the paper in my hands.

"What?"

"Babe, can we do this later?" His hand slide around my hips. His chin drops to my shoulder and I feel his chest against my back.

"JL, I need to figure it out," I mumble.

"Why? You think the police will just take your word for it?" John Luke mutters into my neck. I shrug, staring at the sheet of notebook paper.

"Maybe." My body swivels at he spins me around. Looking up, I notice the bags under his eyes, his disheveled hair, the way his eyes are fighting to stay open. "You look tired."

"So do you," JL kisses me once before stepping away and rubbing his eyes. "We haven't gotten sleep in three days. Kaysie, give it a rest please. I'm concerned for your health. I promise we can solve the mystery, but just..." he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry. I just want the nightmares to go away. When I'm solving the puzzle of my sister's murder, I don't have to dream. And if I solve the puzzle, the nightmares will stop. That's the reason I have them, right?" I take a deep breath, fiddling with the edge of my paper. A tear gathers in the corner of my eye. I'm sick of crying. I want a normal life. One where I can be happy with JL and not have to worry about a murder or a pregnancy or a rude mother.

"Kay Anne," John Luke whispers, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I place my hands on his back and close my eyes. My forehead rests on his chest. "I'm sorry. I wish I could do something. But I can't. And you have to sleep. But I'll stay with you if it will help?"

"It will," I say, my voice muffled from his shirt.

"Okay. Come on," he lets go and grabs my hand, pulling me to the bed. I lay under the covers and watch him settle himself on the floor with a pillow and blanket.

"JL..."

"If your mom or dad comes in, I don't really want to explain why I'm in bed with you. This is safer and easier. If you scream, I'll wake you, okay?"

I nod. He grabs my hand again and I roll on my stack to hold it better. My arm hangs off the side as I fall asleep.

**

When I wake, it's Sunday afternoon. I missed church.

My hand is still wrapped in John Luke's. I smile, rubbing my eyes with the other hand. My eyes are still hazy, but they're open. I pull my hand from JL and grab some clothes, shutting myself in the bathroom.

After my shower, I dress and brush my teeth.

"Kay? You almost ready?" JL knocks on my door. I towel dry my hair and drag a brush through it.

"Yeah."

I open the door and smile at my boyfriend who just woke up. His nose is scrunched and his hair is a mess. I fiddle with his strands, but they don't even budge. Shrugging, I slide into my shoes and grab my phone.

"Can we go out?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

**

"A circus?"

"Why not?" JL grins like a little kid. Shaking my head, I follow him to the gate. He pays the fee and we walk through the tunnel gate. Clowns. Everywhere. Screaming kids. The smell of fried food. Loud music.

"Okay. Keeping an open mind," I mumble under my breath. I've never been a fan of clowns. "Maybe it won't be too bad," I state after walking around for a minute.

A large, painted face appears before my eyes- way too close for comfort- and the red mouth moves as a voice asks, "Wanna play?"