Ghost

Chapter 20: Ending

Trey's car pulled up and he ran towards us with Amelia on his heels. They both looked anxious and pale.

"Oh my god Trey! Fix this!" Amelia squealed.

Trey dug his fingers into his hair.

"Shit! Shit!" he screamed.

"I can dump their bodies into the river. We can leave some lover suicide note, I watched that in a movie last night," said Mike, seeming proud of his idea.

"Forensic linguistics is alive and thriving buddy," I told him.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I don't even know what that means girl."

I narrowed my eyes back. "They can tell our writing and stylistic markers apart from yours."

"You making my brain hurt, girl," he told me.

Trey groaned. "It means your plan is stupid. That's what you get when you drop out of school at the age of 11."

"Have they told anyone yet?" Amelia bit her lip.

"If they did we would have been caught by now," Trey pointed out.

I really should have listened to my dad and dropped this.

The three huddled, conspiring with each other. I looked around thinking of a way to escape, call for help, anything.

"Eva," Nick said in a low voice.

I looked over at him. "You think of something?"

He shook his head. "No, I just wanted to tell you that I love you. Even though I forgot everything, I learned to love you right away. I don't think I ever forgot because you are just so easy to love."

I bit my lip to stop me from crying.

"Don't talk like that. We're going to make it," I said with a trembling lip. He sounded like he was saying goodbye.

"Still. I needed to tell you these words. I don't ever want to leave the living world again with regret again. My only regret is that I wasn't able to keep you safe," he said.

I shook my head. "No, no. Don't say that. You know perfectly well I would have put myself in harms way regardless."

This made him smile.

"Nick?"

"Yes Eva?"

"I love you too," I told him earnestly, trying to convey all my emotion through my eyes. "And Nick?"

"Yes Eva?"

"I'm sorry."

His eyes widened when he realized I was up to something. He shook his head, urging me to change my mind.

When we were twelve, Nick tied me to a tree in our backyard. I was stuck there for hours since he told my dad I was over at his house playing with Flash. I spent hours trying to get out the rope then finally got out. I remember reading books and watching tutorials on how to escape bindings for a month after traumatized that Nick might try something like that again. Luckily for us, Mike was not a boy scout.

When Mike said to drop the bat, I made sure to drop it nearby.

Trying both Nick and I with the same rope was not wise. Nick was built bigger than I was, meaning I had more wiggle room. I kept wiggling until I was able to force my way out of the bind. I slowly reached for the bat hoping I wouldn't catch their attention.

"Hey!" Amelia yelled. "She got out!"

I picked up the bat and stood in front of Nick.

Mike held the knife back up pointing it at me.