I tried to but unable to control the wave of doubt and fear pulsating through me.
The room felt so suffocating, I couldn't breathe.
Oh god.Let me be wrong, it couldn't have been...
Had he been present when Shawn died?
How could it be that much of a coincidence that he died on the same day, right after he had met me?
Also my cellphone....
"You knew I met him" I stated in a matter of factly, unable to tear my gaze away from his.
His jaw ticked once..then twice.
"What the hell are you thinking ?Whatever it is, you're wrong " he spoke in a sort of calm tone, but it didn't serve to quench the fires of suspicion and fear that was brewing inside of me.
I couldn't distinguish what was wrong or right anymore.I still remember vividly the blood stains on his clothes the last night, had it been Shawn's?
Oh god .
He appeared to notice where my thought had drifted to as he tried to reach out to me.
I found myself taking a step back.
His gaze went dark, reflecting so many emotions, I could only recognize a few
hurt and...
I snapped out of it, now wasn't the time to care.
I have to find out and hear it directly from his mouth .
"Did you go after him?"My voice trembled but I continued.
"I'm asking if you met him...the blood last night was it.....his?" The last part came out as a choked sound.
I wanted to hear him to tell me no, that I was mistaken about the whole thing, but I couldn't deny the harsh reality of what might be the outcome of this whole thing.
"Yes I did meet him and the blood had been his!" he whispered roughly seeming frustrated.
Hearing the words from his mouth made me feel like a bucket of ice had been dumped on me, chilling me completely to my bones .
He approached me tilting my face to meet his.
"let go of me!" I screamed.
He didn't.
If anything his grip got even more firm.
"But I didn't kill him!someone else did it!" he growled in my face.
I stared into his gaze with my blurry ones as I sought to break free from his hold.
Hearing it from an outsider the harsh truth kicked in.
Shawn was dead.