How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 50: Police

"I love you," I said, looking at Emiel's hazel, mascara-smudged eyes. Just like the other times, there was nothing I could do to stop myself from saying these words. They came out automatically without an ounce of control. These were the words of the first Solomon.

The same as last time, I threw myself back away from Emiel while he watched me with a puzzled expression. I landed in the snow and scrambled away.

My hands found my throat as I gasped for the air denied to me in my latest death. There was no pain this time. Again, no evidence that anything happened to me. However the memory was so vivid that my lungs hiccupped with every desperate breath.

"Are you okay?" Emiel asked. He knelt down in front of me, the same way he did before he choked me. I flinched and scrambled a few inches back.

"You're a murderer," I said, panicking. Tear welled in my eyes. Every inch of my body went rigid with a blend of anger and terror. "How could you? How could you kill Tariq... How could you kill me? I thought... you were supposed to love me."

Emiel stood up and backed away, his brows deeply furrowed. His mouth went slack, then tightened into a firm line before he said, "What are you talking about Solomon? K-killed? I haven't killed anyone. I would never hurt you—"

"But you have!" I shouted. Memories jumbled together in my mind. Falling, choking, struggling, pleading...

I managed to get to my feet and raised trembling fists. "Come at me now. If you're going to do it... get it over with right now."

Emiel backed away again and I advanced a few steps towards him. "Solomon, you're scaring me," he murmured. By how large his eyes looked, he was probably telling the truth.

I shook my head. Don't believe him. He already killed me three times. He's crazy. I swung on him and missed. Emiel dodged me as though he were a top MMA fighter. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and tried again, and again hit air. I searched my pockets for a weapon, but of course I didn't have anything.

"Solomon, I don't understand what's happening right now," Emiel pleaded, dodging my swings and grapple attempts. He was not only strong but quick. "You just told me you loved me and you're accusing me of murder?"

I rushed him and managed to take hold of his arms. Somehow, I went flying. Emiel swept my legs from under me and I landed on my chest in the snow with him on my back, pinning my arms down. I writhed around wilding, screaming, "Get off me! Help!"

"Solomon, please calm down."

My spine bucked and I tried to bring my knees under me but his knee slammed me down hard. The air knocked out of my lungs. Same as last time. My screams grew more frantic as a mix of snot and slob rolled down my face. I coughed and wheezed for air. He wasn't choking me... yet. But it was still hard to breathe like this.

"Hey!" a voice called from afar.

Emiel jumped off me in an instant. I climbed to my feet and hobbled a few feet from him, wiping my face with my sleeve. A campus security officer strolled over to us with a flashlight in hand. He flashed in both our faces then lowered it. This was the same officer that caught us fooling around in my car after I moved out of Emiel's studio.

"What's going on here?" he asked. I read his nametag. John Jacobse. That name sounded familiar.

Emiel opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off with, "He's trying to kill me, Mr. Jacobse. Please help me."

"No I'm not!" Emiel shouted.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down," John said. "Tell me what is going on. You." He pointed his flashlight at Emiel. I huffed with frustration.

"My boyfriend had too much to drink at the dance," Emiel explained.

"Boyfriend?" I exclaimed. "Mister... I am not his boyfriend."

"You didn't just take me out here and say you loved me?" Emiel asked me.

I narrowed my eyes. "No I didn't. You followed me out here!" I turned back to the security guard. "Please help me. He just attacked me." Though this wasn't entirely the case, I couldn't think of anything else. My last death was so fresh in my mind.

"Let's check the security cameras," John said.

Emiel's expression turned a bit panicky as he interjected, "There's no need for that."

John tsked at Emiel. "Come to the security office, both of you."

I searched above us for the cameras. Indeed, there were a few in the area. Emiel and I followed John as he led the way back to the security office. Emiel, walking beside me, said, "Please Solomon. Let's just take some time to relax and talk about this later, okay? I've never seen you act like this."

"Em, shut up please," John said, glancing back at Emiel. My heart stopped.

"You... you know each other?" I asked.

"What makes you say that?" John asked, glancing at me now.

"You called him Em."

"Oh well yeah. My niece Hope is in the Outings Club with him."