Fallen Crest Nightmare: A Fallen Crest Novella by Tijan

Author:Tijan
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2018-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Taylor was dead.

I couldn’t make sense out of that or comprehend it. I don’t think I wanted to. No, she wasn’t. She was alive. She lied to Logan when she said she was with us because . . . I searched for reasons. Because she wanted to surprise him? Because she wanted to shop for a secret gift for him? Because—any reason, except the real one. Then she’d be alive. Then she’d be breathing and sitting next to me. She wouldn’t be covered in a blanket, and I wouldn’t be sitting in a neighbor’s living room, having a detective ask me questions that I couldn’t understand either.

I became a robot. That’s the only way I could keep going.

Mason was wringing his hands together. He was in the kitchen, just behind me. Heather was in a bedroom somewhere. They’d separated us and got a different detective to ask each of us what I was assuming were the same questions.

I told them what I knew.

Why hadn’t I gone and searched for her if I thought I’d heard her phone? They’d asked me that four times now. Every time felt like another knife plunged into my stomach. I could physically feel it, and they would stop, adjust their grip on it, and yank it all the way through me. I would split in half.

But every time they asked, I said the same thing.

I wish I had.

God, I wished I had.

I was probably crying. They didn’t care. I didn’t care. My hands were wet, so I assumed it was from that, but maybe I should have stopped assuming things. I had assumed Taylor wasn’t upstairs.

I’d been wrong.

What else had I assumed that was wrong?

A bubble worked past the two halves of my body, where they kept putting their knife in, and found its way in my throat, then up and over the lump that I had to stop trying to shove down. It came out, and when I heard what that bubble was, I was cringing again.

Hysterical laughter that bordered on mania.

I was a lunatic. And once the first bubble escaped, more kept coming. I couldn’t stop them.

The two detectives standing over me shared a look. I saw the sudden suspicion in their gazes. I mean, it had been there already, but it went to a whole other level now that they heard me laughing. I was having a gay old time. I was going on a rollercoaster. I was at an amusement park—the laughter stopped then.

Taylor and Logan fell in love on an abandoned roller coaster.

Yes.

The tears came again. A heavy wave each time, and they were cascading down my face.

How did I get here? How did Taylor end up dead? Who did this? Why hadn’t I looked upstairs?

I whispered, “This is all my fault.”

The cops were talking to each other. Their heads snapped to mine. One bent down, resting his hands on his knees. He was peering down at me, almost on my level, but not. Just above. He still had to maintain his intimidating height.

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