All Wrong

Chapter Twenty Seven At The Party

Henry

What the actual hell is happening. First it’s story time and now, NOW!

“Why?” Brennan asks. He looks like he’s about to be sick.

“Who did this? Who would do this?” Grace asks.

“It doesn’t matter who. They want us to clean it up. To incriminate ourselves.” Bryce scoffs.

“And then what? We pretend she never existed? That she just vanished? Then what!” Brenna shouts. Grace touches his arm and he hugs her closely. I shudder. Strength in numbers.

“This is your fault.” I say pointing at Bryce. Someone said it finally.

“Mine?” He scoffs.

“You should’ve played along like the rest of us. That’s all you had to do!” I lunge and Sydney grabs my shirt in both of her hands. I stop and sigh.

“Someone needs to do something.” Brennan whispers.

“I’m open to suggestions.” Sydney says sighing. She touches my face gently and I’m surprised.

“I know. Let’s get the hell out of here.” Bryce says brightly. I lunge again but Sydney grabs my arm and shakes her head.

“Fine.” I sigh sitting down. I’m frustrated and nauseous and now I’m pissed because she keeps protecting him from me and it’s getting in my nerves. Maybe she really does still have feelings for him. It’s possible. Anyone that’s seen beauty and the beast could tell you that.

Just when I’m about to say something Syds phone pings and we all tense.

Unknown

‘Tick tock ladies and gentleman we have a game to play. Bury or be buried.’

Hell. I run a hand through my hair. I look around the group. Grace looks Ill Sydney looks out of sorts. Bryce won’t help I already know that. So I do the next best thing. I catch Brennans eye and he nods solemnly. He’ll do this for them. He’ll do it for me. That’s the kind of friend that he is. He’s there for the good the bad and the ugly. And it doesn’t get much uglier then this.

I take a step forward and a step back. Bloody hell what am I thinking? This is my life. This is what it boils down too. Walking away because I’m a coward or doing stupid s**t. There is no in between here. Maybe that’s exactly why I need to do this. Because this creep is expecting me to walk away. Expecting me to abandon these people. And man I want too but I won’t. Well maybe Bryce. That I wouldn’t mind one bit. Brennan takes a step towards me and I try to smile gratefully but I think it shows as a grimace. That’s fine this is not the appropriate time to smile anyway. Not when I’m standing over a damn body about to bury it in a shallow grave. No.