song of the chapter Marshmello's Alone
"I've been looking for you for the best part of half an hour," Freddie stated when he came up behind me while I was walking about looking for him.
"Well I've been looking for you as well," I said as I spun around to face him. He was dressed in the black button up and jeans.
"I spoke to Jack," I continued and Freddie's eyes widened but he tried to hide his annoyance.
"I wanted to give him the letter," I replied.
Freddie nodded but didn't say anything before he rose his bottle of beer to his lips, "Still a suspect?"
I shrugged, "You didn't really think he was in the first place."
Freddie grimaced, "I think he's a suspect, I just don't think he's neccessarily the one who killed her."
"I thought he was admitting to killing her," I started and Freddie looked at me intrigued, "but he was only admitting something else to himself."
"What did he admit to himself?" he asked looking confused. His dark eyebrows seemed to getting higher with every second of this conversation and if I wasn't trying to talk about something serious I might have laughed.
"I can't tell you, especially not here," I said motioning around to the house full of people.
"What's the plan then?" Freddie asked as he searched through the crowd for another one of the suspects.
"I'm going to treat it all like a game. If people trust me then they're more likely to open up, especially when drunk," I said as I walked towards the fridge in the kitchen in search of my own drink.
"Where does that leave me?" he questioned as he leaned against the worktop beside the fridge.
"You're better not being involved," I stated as the fridge closed with a dull thud. That Marshmello song was playing in the background and I could feel each sharp beat radiating through my chest. It was weird but it was like the song was giving me anxiety and I couldn't figure out why.
"I'm already involved," Freddie growled out looking less than happy with me. "I was involved from the minute I read that letter, Viv. Why can't you see that?"
I took a step back. I had never been one for confrontation so seeing Freddie, of all people, mad at me wasn't exactly a comfortable situation for me.
"I'm not telling you to back off, Freddie. I just mean for tonight. I got an answer out of Jack on my own so maybe I can do it with other people," I replied in as calm a voice as I could muster.
"If one of them did kill her, do you really think I'm going to be happy to leave you to play friends on your own? You're deluded," he shot out before taking another swig from the beer bottle in his hand.
I don't know what possessed me but I reached out and put my hand against his chest and tried to push him away. He was too close. Freddie's gaze dropped to my hand and he reached up and entwined it with his own as he pulled me closer to him.
"I'm sorry for getting angry," he mumbled into my ear. He was even closer now and I didn't know how I was supposed to react. I wasn't sure if I was uncomfortable because of his earlier shouting or if it was to do with this empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.
He let go and pulled me into his chest into a hug. Freddie wrapped his arms around me and I could feel every lean muscle against my chest. I felt so warm and safe for the first time in ages and I desperately wanted to push him away because I was terrified that I was being lulled into this false sense of security.
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