Ghost

Chapter 13: Accusation

I've been thinking many things over in my head for the past few days. It was hard to accuse someone of something bad. Especially murder. And I had no idea how I would bring this up to Nick. After all, he had somewhat of a close relationship with this person.

People still avoided me like the plague in the hallways. I guess being a suspected crazy murderer has it's benefits.

Nick kept singing the Rocky theme song any time I walk the halls. It lowkey made me feel like a badass, yet at the same time kept my spirit up when people kept trying to bring me down.

And of course, Nick never failed to sing his rendition of Candy Girl at work. I sometimes found myself humming it's tune, much to my dismay.

Just last night I was dancing along to "Ghost" by Ella Henderson and singing into my hairbrush when Nick walked through my door. Instead of being embarrassed. I pulled him into my awkward dancing laughing at the irony of the song.

Moments like these, when we're just two kids in love, it made us forget everything. Then there are days where I need to face the ugly truth. Nick was still dead.

We went back to the lake, but this time we stayed on the road. We were looking at mailboxes hoping Nick can remember which one kept appearing in his mind.

"Nick, I've been thinking," I started hesitantly. "In most crimes, the first suspect is always the spouse or lover."

Nick stopped walking. "What are you trying to say?"

I bit my lip nervously. "Just something Amelia said the night of the game. Nick... it sounded like she was threatening my life."

She said she'd get her hands— more like nails— dirty if she had to.

Nick shook his head. "Listen, I know Amelia—"

"Nick! She literally said that it never ended well for people trying to come between her and Trey. That someone was you! What if she killed you so she could be with Trey?"

"That's absurd. Why would she kill me for Trey?"

"Think about it," I tried again. "Trey didn't want to go public with her. Even after you died, Amelia wanted to go pubic, but Trey did not want to yet. What if she thought the only way for Trey to finally be with her officially was if you were out of the picture?"

Nick clenched his jaw. "I don't want to believe it."

God, I knew he wasn't going to take it well. "I'm not saying it's her, well not yet at least. Shouldn't we at least look into it? Make sure?"

Nick looked anywhere but me.

I let out a heavy sigh dropping the matter. He didn't say another word, so neither did I. Instead, we kept driving slowly down the lake houses.

"A part of me wishes it was a stranger," Nick finally spoke. He finally looked at me. "The idea of someone actually hating me enough to kill me, I don't want to believe that."

"As much as it sucks, wouldn't you like to know the truth?" I asked.

Nick clenched his jaw. "I do, but a part of me doesn't want to rush it.... I feel like when the truth comes out, every good thing will vanish."

It scared me too. I didn't want this to end either, but Nick deserved to know the truth. His parents deserved the peace. The killer needed to be locked away and pay for their crimes.