Make Believe (Book #2, PRETEND SERIES)

Chapter 13: Monday, October 7th at 7:00pm

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APRIL’S POINT OF VIEW

 

“I know you think Aiden can save you. I understand, but….”

“Shut up! No more talking.” She yelled at me as she started to pace again.

I knew time was running out, and I needed to think fast.

“Killing me isn’t going to help you, Leah. It is not going to win Aiden or heal your pain. You need help. Real help. Aiden can’t help you, not like that.”

“Shut up,” she growled quietly as she moved the broken wood into the corner of the room.

“I get that you are hurting. I really do, but this isn’t the way. You can kill me, but you will not get away with it, then you will spend your life in jail, trapped. Is that what you want?”

“Your reverse psychology crap doesn’t work on me.”

“What about Jay Jay? That’s your brother, right? Is this what he would want for you?” She froze at the mention of his name. She didn’t move a single muscle, didn’t even turn around to look at me. “Do you think he would want this for you? Where’s Jay Jay now? Do you want him to visit you in a place like that?”

“Don’t you ever say his name,” she threatened and turned to look at me. “You have no right to say his name. Ever!” I watched the speed of her breathing increase as her eyes locked with mine. She looked madder than I had ever seen her. I had nothing to lose anymore.

“He sacrificed everything for you, didn’t he? Steve wasn’t sleeping, Jay Jay killed him! Do you think he did it so you could be doing this right now? No. He did it so you could live.”

“Shut up!” She screamed as she stormed toward me. Her hand moved so fast that the force knocked the chair and me straight onto the floor. My cheek was stinging and my arm started to throb as soon as I hit the floor. My wrists were tied up and I felt helpless. I was sure I was going to die. My life didn’t flash before me, instead I just closed my eyes and prepared for the end. It never came. What came was the sound of my phone ringing. We both froze as if a bomb was about to go off. She moved slowly toward me then ripped the phone from my jeans pocket.

“Aiden,” she scoffed, showing me the Caller ID. She clicked the button before lifting the phone to her ear. “Sorry, but April is a little tied up right now.” Then she hung up. Turning to me with a smirk on her face, she continued talking. “The sad thing is that you still think this has anything to do with Aiden.”