"Well you should be," Hannah continued, "I did it for you, now he won't stop us doing anything. He's gone. We can be friends again."
"We already were friends!" I tore my hands through my hair.
"Well you think we'll carry on being friends? You killed my brother." I hissed and hung up.
No doubt DNA tests of whatever it was the police did would lead to my best friend, ex-best friend. My mind could not even begin to comprehend the evil that had long been festering inside her head, and I had been the one to fuel it. Fear shook my body and I cringed against the wall, my parents were making funeral arrangement and I was home alone with a very angry, murderous ex-best friend. Could it get any worse?
Yes, it could. Upstairs, something crashed.
I froze. My blood seemed like it was made of lead and swelled in my feet as every muscle locked up, holding me still.
In an instant I was streaking to get to the front door, at the bottom of the stairs. Someone had beaten me to it. The blood roared back to my face.
"Hannah." I gasped