How To Get Away With Murder

Chapter Twenty

"There is a slight flaw to your plan." Another voice came from the doorway. I froze in my spot. I didn't need to turn to know that voice.

"How are you still alive!?" Luke shouts,"I shot you!"

He face palmed himself," I didn't die, obviously. When you shot me, I just passed out. I didn't actually die. The nurses revived me and let me go today. So, now I'm here! Ta-da!"

"Oh my God..." I whispered.

Mr. Parker looked around and nodded. His eyes landed on his wife, and shrugged. How could be be so...so...mean. That was his wife. "She needed to die anyways."

"That was your wife!" I yelled at him now,"how could you say that!?"

"With my mouth." He didn't show any expression.

I spit in his direction,"how do you sleep at night?"

"Like a baby."He twirled around to prove his point.

"You're sick." Luke stated, eyeing him with disgust.

"Nope. Healthy as a horse."

"Do you know your iron level?" I asked Mr. Parker, giving him my famous poker face.

"What?"

"Cause you're going to need to raise it when I'm done with you." I charge at him, and before I know it I'm pushed against the wall. But no one was touching me. No, that wasn't even the freaky part.

Drummer wasn't the one to do it. That means...

Mr. Parker has powers too. But how?

I clawed at the invisible hand that trapped me to the wall, taking away my oxygen. It raised me into the air, yep, that did it. The last of my oxygen was sucked away, and I passed out.

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TRISTAN'S POV 

James is dead. The love of my life. My future husband.

And he told me he loved me. He told me he wanted to be with me. He told me—

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a loud bang. I turn my head in irritation and see Skye pushed up against the wall. But it was weird. It was like she was floating....but something was holding her by the neck. Her eyes were wide as she tried to claw at the invisible object.

Her eyes were locked on Mr. Parker. I turn to look at him to see he had his hand curled into the air like he was holding her neck from that point...

Oh shit.

After a few seconds, her eyes rolled back and she fell limp.

Why didn't I help her? Why didn't Luke help her? He's the one who's madly in love with her for Christ sake!

I turn to glare at him, but he was busy fighting off the same invisible object. I felt like I was in a cloud. My vision was still slightly blurry from crying about James, and I couldn't tell if I was standing or sitting. Like I said, in a cloud.

Mr. Parker turns to me when Luke successfully falls to the floor, knocked out. I don't even care what Mr. Parker does to me—no amount of pain will make me feel worse about James. He will always be on top of my mind—And death would be a blessing.

He gives me a wicked grin and and starts walking towards me. I don't even shrink back in fear, I'm just that preoccupied.

He stops right in front of me and drops down to my level, I must be sitting on the floor. As I said, I couldn't tell if I was standing or sitting.