Free Death by Tara Brown Page B

Mac. Please Mr. Mac. Wake up." Giselle is
pushing on the lifeless body of my favorite teacher, who is lying on his back
in a bush.
    "Giselle, what happened?"
    She shakes, her hands tremble. Blood coats them. "He tried to kiss
me and I said no and then he shoved me down on the grass." She sobs. I can
see her torn shirt and skirt.
    "He kept saying he needed to teach me a lesson." She gasps and
sobs.
    I drop to my knees and struggle with the stabbing pain and fire in my
belly. I reach for his pulse. Warm wetness coats my fingertips. "What
happened? He has no pulse."
    I wipe my hands on his back.
    She shakes. "I don’t know? I don’t know? He shoved my face in the
dirt. Then everything got really hot and I reached back grabbed him. I just
felt so strong and crazy. Aimes, I put my face up to his and sucked him out I
think." She put her hands over her eyes. "I don’t know why. I just
did."
    I have no response. I nod and wrap my arms around her. "It's self
defense. You didn’t mean to kill him." I feel sick. Mr. Mac tried to hurt
her, my favorite teacher, tried to hurt her.
    "No, I sucked him out."
    I pet her head. "It's okay. You're just not feeling well. You didn’t
mean it."
    She lifts her face and in the muted light, I can see the dark red blood
coating her face where her hands have touched it, after touching his bloody
dead body.
    "There's blood on your face and hands."
    She wipes at it like she has gone mad.
    "It's okay. I got it. Let me get it."
    I wipe and she cries, "I did this. I meant to. I wanted it. I wanted
to kiss him and suck. Aimes, shit is wrong."
    I grimace. "Okay ewww. No. Stop. We need to call the police."
My hands tremble.
    She collapses into me. My guts stab me again. My fingers buzz and hum
with the current running through them, but I hug her. Desperate to hang on.
    She shivers into me. "I don’t know why. I don’t know Aimee. I don’t
know. They'll think I did it on purpose."
    I hold her tight and shout, "HELP! HELP US PLEASE!"
    Shane comes running down the darkening lawn. "Aimee?" He
shouts. I can hear panic in his vice. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. I
never noticed them before. "Here," I cry.
    He is on me, touching me, holding me. He kisses the top of my head.
"Someone call nine one one," he yells back at the house.
    I close my eyes and grip tightly to the sobbing mess Giselle is.
Something about holding her feels right. Like my soul knows it's right.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Her hair is raven silk, I never noticed before how shiny it really is. I
reach a hand forward and stroke it slightly.
    Her silver eyes narrow. "What are you doing loser?"
    My palms are burning. I shiver and tingle and imagine what it will feel
like to just brush my fingers against her skin.
    "Ugh, god Aimee you are so weird sometimes." She climbs off the
couch and walks into the kitchen. It makes me snap out of the daydream I'm
having. I frown. Something is wrong with me. I get up and leave the house. I
look around the small town as I walk. Something is missing.
    I look into the windows as dusk hits and people start to turn on their
lights. The insides of their homes look cozy. Something about it makes me sad.
I don’t know why.
    My stomachache is killing me.
    I hear a horn and turn to see Shane driving up. "You okay?" He
leans out the window.
    I nod. "Yeah. Just weirded out. Not feeling well yet either. Did the
police say anything?"
    He shakes his head. "Not a lot. They gave me a flyer to become a cop
though. Ha. They did say they found an ass ton of drugs in his house. I guess
he gave Giselle some lemonade. She never drank it though. It had the drugs in
it. She could have died. It was poorly made. He had some weird shit it in, date
rape drugs. She is lucky that he fell and landed on those sticks. They said he
died instantly."
    I cross my arms and shiver. "Friggen weird. Blake sent me a text a
couple hours ago. He's crushed. Mr. Mac was his mentor."
    He nods. "Get in the truck. We can go for a drive." I