One Heart Missing [BoyxBoy] (Sequel to Wanted Is Love)

Chapter 36

My heart had never pounded this fast in my entire life. It felt as if it was trying to escape from my chest. I couldn't blame it. I wanted to do the same. My body wasn't allowing me to. It felt frozen. Like I was trapped. My breathing grew heavier as well. There was no way I could have expected this. Then again, I didn't know exactly what this was.

Slowly, I turned my body around to face her. What I saw was pretty much what I thought I would see. I just never really believed that this would happen. Trixie was standing a few feet away from me with a handgun pointing right at me. She had on the most serious face that I've ever seen her with. As much as I wanted this to not be real, I knew that it was. A gun was really being pointed at me. My friend was the one holding it. There was a possibility that I could die tonight.

"Tr-Trixie," I finally spoke, slightly inching to the side. She moved opposite of me. "What the hell is going on? I thought you were in trouble."

"I seem fine to me. You're the one that looks like they're in trouble right now," she hissed.

"But that picture-"

"Ha, I can't believe you were dumb enough to fall for that," she giggled. She walked over to the closet and grabbed a bag. I tried to inch a little further away, but she mimicked my steps once she saw me. From the bag, she pulled out a camera. "Remember this?"

"The Polaroid camera. That's why I couldn't find it when I brought Amy here. You took it," I realized. This was a setup.

"Bravo. Too bad you didn't realize that earlier. You would have figured out that I used the camera to take a timed picture. I angled it so that I was able to loosely tie myself to the bed and pose for the picture to send to you. It took a few takes to get it right. Then I took a picture of the picture and sent it you through a blocked number with this," she said, pulling out a laptop. "Don't be surprised. I watch Pretty Little Liars. I know my shit. I even thought I did a pretty good job with those riddles."

"Oh my gosh. It all makes sense," I whispered. Then I thought to myself. "Wait, no it doesn't!"

"Really, what doesn't make sense?" she asked, putting her bag to the side and pointing the gun directly at me again.

"Come on, Trixie. I know you don't really wanna use that," I told her.

"Oh yes. Yes I do," she responded, still moving.

"Why? I don't understand why you would want to do this."

"Oh, don't play dumb. You know exactly why."

"No, I don't," I replied. Trixie still gave me the serious look. I thought about why she would think that I would know. I swallowed. "Wait, was it you? Have you been behind everything all along?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbled.

"Did you hit Dev and Shelly's car? Did you kill Brenda?" I interrogated. "D-Did... Did you kill Al-"

"The only thing I'm doing is avenging my best friend!" she shouted.

"Wait, what?"

"Stop acting like you don't know what I'm talking about! You killed him and you are going to pay!"

"Huh?"

Wait, she thought that I was the one that killed Alec? He was my boyfriend. I loved him. I don't know how she could think that I was the one that did it. If anything, she looks way more likely right now.

"You can't fool me! I don't know how that dumb act somehow slid by the cops, but I'm not stupid!"

"Trixie, I didn't kill Alec. I don't see why you would think I did it."