“I’m going to tie a cinder block to her and drown her in the lake. My grandfather’s ice-fishing tools are here, and I can drill a hole in the ice. No one will ever find her.” Meredith’s grin widens, and excitement is in her voice.
Any blood I have left drains from my face. I shiver, but it’s not from the cold this time, and against my wishes, a tear slips down my cheek.
“Aw. She’s crying now,” Meredith scoffs.
I focus on the wall.
“Look at me! I didn’t say you could look away!” she screams.
I quickly face her. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re—”
Chase must be saying something on the line because Meredith turns away from me and lowers her voice.
“I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. She’s not worth my energy. I need to save that for you.” She giggles.
I blink over and over, but more tears escape. I don’t want to be crying and give her the satisfaction, but I can’t stop it.
“Yes. We can have some privacy when you get here. Don’t worry. I have her tied up.”
I roll my eyes, not thinking.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me! You think you’re what he wants, but you’re not!” she screams, slaps my face again, and new blood splatters onto the wood floor.
“Please stop,” I cry out.
I hear Chase say her name through the phone.
She put it on speaker. “Chase, you need to tell her.”
“Meredith, what did you just do?” Chase asks authoritatively.
“She rolled her eyes at me. I slapped that bitch.”
“You told me you would wait for me. You promised me.”
Panic crosses Meredith’s face. “I’m sorry. You’re right, baby. I won’t touch her again.”
“Okay. Don’t break your promise to me again. If you want to be my girl, we have to do this together, remember?”
“I remember. I’m sorry, you’re right, baby.”
Listening to her call him baby makes me want to puke.
“Good girl.”
“You still need to tell her.”
“Tell her what?” Chase asks.
“Who you want.”
There’s a pause. “I only want you, baby.”
“See!” She smirks at me.
My heart sinks. I know Chase is only telling her that to trick her, but I hate listening to him say it. I look away from her again.