Drop dead

Chapter 13. I can't love you anymore

Elizabella
At this point I might just kill him. He is so annoying. I don't know how Val puts up with him.

He's not even funny.

Paige went home an hour ago, after a frantic call from her sister. Her Father had a heart attack. So I made up a plan to punish the ex boyfriend for his crimes all alone.

And now I just have to wait.

In ten days, I will have my revenge and He'll pay for he has done. I have to work out how to help Miles get his revenge int he process too.

There's not much I can do for Valentina, I vandalise the memorial but somehow I don't see her agreeing with that.

I guess it's good thing these kinds of things don't come naturally to her- she can be the one to break us out of jail if need be.

Though, they can't arrest dead people can they? That would a lot of hard paperwork which would not be worth it.

And there would be a question of which jail to send some of us. Paige would be easy, she's still the same age as she should be, us three that's were it gets confusing.

I don't even know how old I am, do I count the years I was dead for? Or do I just pick it up again?

It's not like I can go to anyone for help.

I'm about to go set things on fire when the doorbell rings. It's oddly comforting.

I open the door and there he is.

He's older now, and uglier too with a beer gut. He's definitely past his prime. There's a meek looking woman standing next to him, his wife I presume.

I want to scowl at the fakeness of the smile.

He's staring at me. I want to slit his throat. There's a knife centimetres away from me and a lighter.

"What?" I ask, I'm not known for being polite and they look taken aback.

"You look like someone I know" he says and his wife nudges the dickhead. "This used to be my home as a child and there's some stuff left behind that I'd like to collect" he continues.

I mean I could play the nice new owner or I could be a bitch.

"Well, I'm sorry but we've moved in and we don't feel comfortable letting strangers into our home" I say, sweetly. They look annoyed. "And besides, this place has been empty for years, so you've had plenty of time to collect your stuff, clearly they don't actually mean a lot to you"

His expression darkens and his wife clutches his arm pathetically.

"Look, you cannot keep my property, either let us collect our stuff or we call the police" He says, placing his hand on the door frame, preventing me from closing it. I still could. But what's the fun in that?

"Actually, this is our house now and since things were never collected even after you were notified of the sale, it is now our property. You surrender it" I say, making most of that up,"and go ahead call the police. You are trespassing after all"

"Look, girlie, I don't have time for this. Give me what I want and we'll be out of your hair. I don't want any problems do you?" He hisses

"Are you threatening me? Because I'm sure the police would be very interested. And don't call me girlie." I say "I'll see what I can find"

I know where they all are, I put them somewhere the others wouldn't be able to find. I don't need or want them asking questions or discovering why I chose this particular house.