Death of the Party ↠ Hemlock Grove ✓

03 ; posh spice

A soft whisper broke out amongst the trees, causing Eden to open her eyes to see if anyone was coming over towards her area in search of a quiet make-out spot. However, there was no one even remotely close to where she was standing by herself.

Frowning, Eden tightened her lips together to get a good sense to where the whispers where coming from. After a few moments, Eden realized that they were coming from somewhere deep inside of the woods.

With her heart hammering in her chest, Eden took a step forwards in order to listen in. However, as soon as she stepped forwards once, it was like she couldn't stop. Her feet were leading her to an unknown destination of which she had no control over.

Eden stumbled over many twigs on the ground, some digging into her bare feet. Wincing every so often, Eden barely noticed that she was heading into the last place Brooke had been alive.

Tumbling through the break in the trees, the whispering stopped altogether.

Glancing upwards, Eden noticed that there were two figures in the distance. Both of them talking to each other in hushed voices as they glanced at the park in front of their standing bodies.

Eden's stomach curled as she realized what she'd walked in on. Brooke's graveyard was all around her, and she hadn't even known it. A soft gasp left her lips, and the two figures turned their heads towards her.

Clenching her fists, Eden was ready to bolt when she recognized one of their faces.

Peter recovered first, "Eden?"

Not to be rendered speechless, Eden took a few steps closer. "Peter? What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Came a posh, unfamiliar voice.

Turning towards the speaker, Eden froze when she recognized the handsome face of Roman Godfrey standing a few feet in front of her.

His hair was gelled back like it normally was, however a few strands of dark hair were dancing across his forehead in an effortless appearance.

"It's a community park," Eden replied, staring at the Godfrey heir.

"A park where someone got murdered," Was Roman's reply, cold and distant.

Wincing, Eden looked at the small child's play-house that was perched a few feet away. The stains of Brooke's blood were slightly there. Though you could tell that they had been bleached multiple times as the crime-scene had to be closed.

"Which is why I asked why you were both here," Eden said, sparing a glance upwards from the play-house to look at Peter.

"Why are you barefoot?" Peter asked instead of answering Eden's question.

Blushing, Eden looked at her bare feet. "Fern forced me to wear heels. I'm not made for those kind of shoes."

Snickering, Peter stepped towards the play-house. He gently placed his fingers on the dirt but the opening that was a makeshift front door, seeming to be feeling for something.

"I can see why you're here Peter, for morbid curiosity reasons, but why is Posh Spice here too?" Eden asked, sparing a glance at Roman over her shoulder.

Roman glared at the nickname, while Peter simply shrugged. "He was curious too, I guess."

Eden's eyes turned into slits but Peter continued talking. "They thought it was me,"

His words caused both Eden and Roman to look at the gypsy boy. "What?"

"They stopped me today," Peter said, shifting in his leather jacket. "They all were so sure that I had something to do with it."