“Rebecca will do. What is this about? I have the thing? I will do what you say?” I wonder what this is about.
James laughs and says, “You don’t know princess. You are in for a rude awakening. Two o’clock in the morning. Bring it. Got it?” I nod and leave the building. I go back to the car and the still mystery guy allows me to go home and he leaves me alone. Whoever that was I don’t care, I am just glad to be home and not dead. I changed into my pajamas and slip into dreamland.
A knock at my front door wakes me up the next morning as I put on a robe. I open the door and see Harry outside with the thunderstorm falling hard. I pull him inside. “Why are you here?”
I needed to talk to you, Camilla. It is about Catherine.” I nod and grab him a towel to dry off. “She has gone mad Camilla. I need to save you from her and her friend.”
“James. How is he here? How do you know about him?” I sit on my couch and pull the robe around my legs to cover myself.
“You don’t remember me babe? I know I have changed, but my feelings never stopped for you.” I grab the candle and suddenly remember everything I tried to block out. Harry was my first boyfriend until I met my ex and then it all went downhill.
“Get away from me. You and he hurt me! You did this with him, Harry. I trusted you and you never saved me!” I start screaming at him and run over to the bookshelf. I flip open to the page with the evidence. “You did this. You killed that innocent girl. That night changed everything. I had to go into hiding because of you. My modeling career had to go down the drain!” I slap him and look down at the dead girl on the picture. Her name was Emma Little. She modelled with me at the company and we were drinking that night. James and Harry showed up and were joking around. They were playing with the gun and I was taking selfies. I took a video of me being weird and James shot the gun. Emma fell to the ground and Harry just laughed. I ran over to her and tried so hard to save her. The cops came and I vanished. I stayed hidden for 3 years too, but Harry now found me. Harry looks different too, he grew out his hair and made sure to have contact lenses. He dresses differently and has a Russian accent. James is my ex-husband and he got convicted of a different murder. I went to the jail to be sure he was truly locked away, which I am not sure he is there now. I have evidence of who shot the gun to kill Emma Little.
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Don't Mess with the Storm
Short StoryCamilla Storm has been hiding for three years in London, she had to get away from James. “You thought you could get away? Didn't you, Camilla?” I scream and shoot out of bed. It was only a dream, a horrible scary nightmare. For three years the same...
