Page 149 of Love Undiscovered
“Or,” she continues. “Maybe I found out from your good friend Connie.”
Connie?
My Connie? From work?
Fucking hell. The first time I venture out and get a friend, she turns out to be a backstabbing bitch. See, this is why you never trust anyone. I look back at Helen, trying to gauge which is the more accurate of the two statements.
“Blood is always thicker than water, Mimi. Connie and I grew up together. She tells me everything.”
I really don’t like how this is sounding.
“Or, maybe after I saw you with Chance at the concert I started following you around and watching your every move. How else would I have found out that my favorite cousin is also your friend. It was like kismet.”
Everything she’s saying is not only possible but plausible. Why didn’t I notice anything? Why did I tell Connie so much? How the hell am I going to get myself out of this?
Think, Remi!
I glance around the room, looking for inspiration. My gaze lands on the mini-bar.
“Helen, I think I’m going to have a drink. Would you like a drink?”
Bad idea, Remi. Don’t give her alcohol. It makes people volatile. Especially crazy people.
Shit.
Luckily, she doesn’t hear me. Or else she’s ignoring me.
“And then, to know in advance exactly where you were going to be and for how long. Well a girl just doesn’t get any luckier than that, now does she?” She continues to pace, filling up the space in the small room.
I count the number of steps she takes each way and try to calculate how much space I would need to attack her from behind. Until I realize I have nothing to use as a weapon against her.
I’m at the foot of the bed, any lamp, phone, or radio is on a nightstand at the head of the bed. The dresser is in front of me, but all that’s on that is the coffee maker and the TV. Neither of which will do much damage when wielded by me. I stand and look toward the mini-bar.
“Don't move!” she yells. She stops pacing to look at me. Her eyes flitting around the room but still on me the entire time.
“I'm not moving,” I say. “I was going to see if you wanted a drink. Some water. I was going to get some water.”
“No!”
“Okay,” I say, sitting back down.
I need to call for help. I see my purse on the floor by the wall. Just not within reach. Even if I try to stretch my legs and grab it with my toes. I’d have to stand and walk over there to get it. If I stand again she’ll notice. Why didn’t I just keep my phone in my hand?
What to do? What to do?
If she wants to shoot me, why hasn’t she done it yet?
I need more answers. Is Chance involved in this? Does he know she’s here? Is Connie here? Is she involved? What does Helen want to do? Maybe I just need to keep her talking.
“How do you want to play this, Helen?” I ask.
“Play this?” she says. “Do you think this is a game, Mimi?”
“You know it’s Remi,” I say.
She waves her hand in the air, dismissing what I say.
“This is life and death. My life and your death.” She laughs at herself. “Besides, with you out of the picture, Chance and I are free to spend the rest of our lives together.”
