nd Ginger to the annual Starlight Charity Gala, the bigge

I felt the eyes on me. The whispers

s Ginger wore to

ife wearing the mist

m for losing inte

ale, my hands growing cold. I hadn't realized. He had given me this dress this

ng wet and sticky suddenl

he liquid was thick, red, a

s bl

cature of a horror movie victim

one shouted. "Trash

an empty bucket in her hand, a malicious grin on her face. It was her. And I

dson, a desperate, s

alf, but with a cold, clear look of blame. As if I had brought this

further, simply went cold. It was a final, qu

ation was a blade

med inside my head. I did no

ly dimmed. It was over. I no longer loved him. The realization didn't

ked at it, and her face contorted. First shock,

k and ran towards me, her fa

ed, shoving her phone in my face. "

igging in. "You dug up my mother's grave! You du

o insane, that I couldn't even pro

t was a video, dark and grainy. A figure that looked vaguely lik

caught you!" she wai

is hand clamped around my wrist like a

rowled. "After every

head frantically. "Hudson, yo

deadly calm. He pulled Ginger into his arms, leaving the party wi

overed in blood an

as a cemetery. Gi

Hudson didn't say a word. He went to the trunk of his car and pull

glass and jagge

lat and devoid of any emotion. He gestured to the pile. "

you, it wasn't me." I looked at him, truly

er. He simply n

d me, forci

ss. A scream of pure agony

es-pity? Regret? It was there for a second,

this on yours

ecame a blur of excruciating pain, the smell of damp e

s, my knees shredded. I collapsed onto the wet

ng, I would have let him die on the side of that road.