Dead Girls Walking: A Novel

Chapter Eleven

Lacey

Lacey had been sitting at the kitchen island for the past three hours, going over every single statement that Sophie had given her. It was all such a shock to her. Olivia killed herself? Melanie would not approve for that statement to be put in the Daily Roar.

It wasn't a crazy idea, though. It was a universal fact that Olivia was depressed. However, it didn't support the theory that she was alive and out for their blood.

But maybe it wasn't by her own hand. Maybe it was by someone else.

And if the person who killed David is also the person who killed Olivia, why did they wait so long to strike again?

A memory that Lacey shoved to the back of her mind for so many years suddenly resurfaced, and she pushed it away. Something she didn't wanna face. It was too much to handle.

Catherine and Lorenzo left for a romantic dinner approximately thirty minutes ago, so Lacey and Matt were left alone, again. Great. A bad attitude wasn't a good thing for a writer to be around.

Matt entered the kitchen once again, rolled his eyes at Lacey, and went to the fridge. Typical. "Why are you doing homework? It's Saturday."

"It's not homework. It's for my article that I'm writing." she snapped.

He ran his hand over his hair. "I don't get why you put so much effort into that. No one reads it anyway."

All the blood rushed to Lacey's face. She turned to her step-asshole. "People do!"

Matt raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Who?"

Lacey couldn't think of names, but she knew people did. "People. Can you leave me alone?"

"This is technically my house now, you know. I can do whatever I want." He reached into her mom's forbidden cabinet. "And I need to hydrate."

This only made her more angry. "You're not allowed to do that. My mom will get pissed."

"Your mom's not here. Besides, I'm the favorite." He took a swig out of a clear glass bottle. The liquid inside was brown. He noticed Lacey's death stare. "Kidding."

"I'm serious, Matt. Put it back." She stood up from her chair. Matt was a few inches taller than her, and probably a lot stronger, but she wasn't afraid of getting physical.

"Make me. Come on, just try it. It's not gonna kill you." He handed her the bottle. "You don't have to be such a pussy all the time."

She wanted to say so many things, to scream at him even. But she did nothing, and instead grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The drink tasted bitter and fizzy, but not terrible.

"Ada girl." Matt smirked.

Lacey wanted to prove so bad that she was not a wuss, so she downed half the bottle. Matt took the rest and the two of them wandered around in drunken glory.

Minutes later, they collapsed in front of the fire place, where warms flames were glowing. They were both laughing like crazy, Lacey even snorting a few times. This was her first time getting drunk, and she fucking loved it.

"Ew, nasty!" Matt laughed and poked her in the ribs. She howled in laughter. "What's so funny, huh?"

"I don't know. You?" She tackled him and the two wrestled all over the floor, a mixture of poking and tickling.

"You're such a weakling. Come on, you can do better than that."

She jabbed him in the stomach. "Hey!" he shouted.