Page 156 of Love Undiscovered
I nod my head.
“Speak!” Helen yells.
“I’m calm.” My voice barely a whisper.
“See?” Helen says. “We're all calm.”
“What are you doing here, Helen?” Chance asks.
“I'm getting rid of Mimi so we can be together.”
Chance stiffens. I turn to look at Lexie, she's crying silently, not that I blame her. Helen has the gun at her head. I look to Kat, who is the exact opposite. Kat looks ready to kill. I silently beg her to calm down. She must see something in my eyes, because her body visibly relaxes a small amount.
“I’ve been waiting for this opportunity,” Helen says. “I just had to watch and wait. I’ve been watching for a while. Listening. Taking notes. For instance.” She glances toward Chance. “Did you have a nice time with cancer girl’s boy toy last night?”
“Helen,” Chance says. “Why don't you give me the gun?”
“Did you know that Connie tells me everything about you and Mimi?”
“Helen, give me the gun.” Chance holds his hand out toward her.
“Did you know that I’ve been following you and your girl?”
To his credit, Chance’s expression stays neutral.
“I’ve seen everything, Chancey. And I do mean everything. Mimi’s ass is kind of big, don’t you think?”
“Listen, bitch,” Kat starts. Chance holds out a hand in her direction and she immediately stops talking.
“The gun,” Chance grits out, still holding his other hand out to Helen.
“Now, why would I do that? If I give you the gun, you have control. That doesn't work for me. I'm in control here.”
“Fine,” Chance says. “How about if you just lower the gun a bit, so you aren't upsetting Lexie.”
“Lexie?” Helen asks. “Like I give a fuck about Lexie.” She swings the gun away from Lexie, we all breathe a small sigh of relief. But then she points it right back at me. Chance's body is taut, poised and ready to strike.
“Don't do it,” Helen says to him. “I know you better than you know yourself. You try to help her, she dies.” She walks closer toward me. I flinch as the cold metal of the gun kisses my temple.
“Helen, you said you want us to be together,” Chance says.
“I do, Chancey,” she says.
“Don’t call me that,” he growls.
“I can call you whatever I want,” she says in a sing-song voice. “Just like I can shoot whomever I want.”
“Well, shooting someone isn't going to get us back together,” Chance says. “It's going to get you sent to jail.”
“If she dies, you can get the charges dropped for me,” Helen says, shrugging her shoulders.
“Helen, a murder charge isn't exactly like a parking ticket. The charges aren't up to me. The District Attorney does that. I can't just get them dropped.”
“So, I'll kill all three of them,” Helen says. “That way there are no witnesses.”
“But I’ll still… look… killing all three isn’t… maybe we should take a minute and talk. What do you think?”
“Talk about what?” she asks.
