The day that Selena died
I just strangled Selena to death.
I'm pacing around the room like a scared little puppy. I gulp a whole glass of wine when my phone vibrates.
My stomach clenches as I stare at the unknown number. Maybe someone saw me. Maybe this house is packed with cameras. Maybe the cops are on their way to arrest me.
The number calls the first time. The second time. The third time, I pick up in panic.
"I just saw what you did, Jack."
A cold chill runs down my spine as I look around the room in terror and panic. The voice is familiar but I can't put a face to it. I'm too freaked out to stick faces on voices. The only thing that keeps screaming in my head and making me sweat is the constant reminder that I just killed someone.
"What do you want!"
"I want you to be my boyfr
