In The Name Of . . . (Sequel to Fault Line) [Completed]

Chapter Sixteen

I have got to be dreaming. This is my stupid messed up mind pulling the strings in the dream. This isn't really happening, I'm sleeping in my nice, warm bed. Megan is finally changing for the better, Aunt Mallory is finally being herself again, Jordan is back with us and isn't going anywhere. I'm the most loved and feared girl in the entire school, and Lizzy and Richie are my friends. And Lizzy is definitely not in front of me and most certainly not evil. . . .

Right?

Lizzy stands, walking around the large desk, an innocent look on her face as she walks with ease. "You think I'm evil, right? That this isn't real? That you'll wake up and everything will be pretty unicorns and rainbows again?" Lizzy sits on the front of the desk, in between the two chairs. "If only it were true, huh?" A side of her lip rises, making a diagonal gesture, her eyebrows slightly raised.

My breathing is still uneven. I don't know what to think anymore. What did I do to deserve this? What am I supposed to do now? What do I believe now? Can I even trust anyone?

"You know, most people would be totally freaking out right now. Surprised that you're not calling the cops or screaming for help or anything." Lizzy comments, her eyebrows still raised. Her foot taps on the ground, the only sound filling the big room besides my breathing that won't be calmed down. It feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. But that doesn't cause me to move. Nothing can make me move. I can't move. My body's frozen. My mind's stuck. I feel like I'm trapped in time. Like no one outside of this knows that we're in here and that we're just frozen in time while everyone carries out their normal lives.

Forcing words out of me, I ask her just one question; why.

"Why?" She laughs, her head falls back, her laugh sounds one like from a movie. Evil and full of power and always in control of the situation. "Lana, dear. You amuse me so." Lizzy smiles softly, evil gleaming in her eyes, an evil that I have never seen before. "Out of all the questions in the universe: you pick "why!" I bloody love you sometimes!" Her smile catches the light shining through the window. I would think that she's pretty if I didn't know that she was a deranged killer. "Well, I guess you can say that it started when I got drunk. Man, those were the days." She stares off, deep in her memories. "Anyways," she straightens her posture, placing her hands neatly on her knees. "My idiotic friends and I thought it would be fun to go out and get drunk. Richie got us some i.d.'s, seeing as we were all underage. We were driving back from the bar when we hit a car. Some of us died on impact, others were just knocked out. I regained my consciousness just before the cops showed up. I acted fast, in self defense . . . I grabbed the gun hidden in the glove box in the car. I ran to the other vehicle, grabbed the man and put the gun to his head. Using him as a hostage, I got away with no strings attached.

"But the hostage had a good look at me, so did the cops, I did the only logical option. I killed the man before he would rat me out. Oh, you should have seen him. Begging on his knees, praying that he wouldn't tell, just so he could get back to his worthless family." She raises her lip in disgust, snarling at the memory. "I shot him in the dark and ran for my life."

Gaining more confidence that I can speak, I say to her, "Why does all of this matter?" I breathe hard, way does the air seem so stale in here?

She gives me a sad look, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "Oh, Lana." She leans forward, her voice turning sinister. "Because that man was your father."

Suddenly my whole world crashes, my blood turns to ice, air feeling like it's being ripped out of my lungs, my body shutting down. The room I am in turns red, black, then gray, a dull, lifeless gray. My hands shake, unwilling to stop any time soon. My head feeling light headed, but also this feeling like a hammer continuously pounding on my head. Lizzy's words draw me from my daze, or whatever was happening to me.