The Ex Killer (The Ex Killer Series Book 1) by Bundy Bridget

Author:Bundy, Bridget [Bundy, Bridget]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: Bridget Denise Bundy
Published: 2013-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

When we got back to Tanie’s apartment, we were sitting right back on the sofa. Tanie’s arms were folded, and she was staring at me. I was staring at the wall. The image of Jason being pulled out of the pool would not leave my mind. His body was limp.

I had to ask, “Do you think he’s dead?”

Tanie answered, “Hell yes, I think he’s dead.”

I agreed, “I think he’s dead, too.” I exhaled, almost like in relief, but it was more nervousness, unsure about the unknown. I admitted, “Tanie, I don’t feel bad about killing him.”

She smiled.

We were so evil. Here we were having a restrained celebration like we defeated a big bad monster. Maybe, we were the monsters.

Tanie’s cell phone rang, which scared us. We both looked at one another. It rang again rattling my nerves, and I yelled at her, “Answer your cell phone!”

“You really need to calm down.” She quickly pulled her phone out of her little purse and answered it. “Hello.” She listened and then said, “I wasn’t at the party. Who did you say got hurt?” She looked at me listening to whoever was on the other side. “Are you sure? Can you call me back if you hear anything else?” She listened once again and then said, “Well, we’ll all know by morning for sure. Talk at you later.” She turned off her phone.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Jimmy,” she answered.

“Jimmy was at the party?”

“I don’t think so. He said that Jason is unconscious, but that’s all he knows. I told Jimmy to call me if he heard anything else.”

“I put all kinds of meds in that bottle of Tike. If those drugs didn’t kill him, that fall did. I’m telling you, he’s dead.”

Tanie remarked, “We’ll know for sure in the morning.”

“I can stand for another daiquiri,” I remarked.

“I can do that, and we’ll watch some movies and chill for the rest of the night.”

Tanie made drinks, and we settled in.

Jason was all in my head. There were so many memories of him, and most of them were just plain horrible. I thought back to when I was in school when the boys’ varsity basketball team won the state tournament my sophomore year, and there was a dance to celebrate their win. I borrowed a dress from Andrea because I didn’t have any decent clothes to wear. I did my own hair and make-up. By my own standards I wasn’t spectacular, but I was at the least presentable. Jason picked me up, and he never opened the door for me. When we got to the dance, he got out of the car and went over to his friends that were standing in the parking lot, leaving me in the car by myself. I was mostly waiting for him. He did walk me in, and once inside, he danced with me a couple of times. After that, he danced with other girls, and I was left standing against the wall feeling stupid. And when the dance was over, Jason almost left without me.

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