Chapter 67

"Shit! You have to hide." I whispered shakily, looking around the room for a reasonable place to hide Tristan's body if my mother should shoot him, thinking he was a criminal.

I held his arm and pointed under my bed. "Get under." 

"Under that dusty place?" He puzzled. "No way."

"Want to be a dead meat?" I whispered in askance. "No way. So get under the bed cause I don't want to cry over you."

He quickly got under the bed and just as his head disappeared under my black bed frame, I jumped on the bed and covered myself with a duvet. 

No, that'd be a bad idea. I sat up and played the movie I was watching on Netflix instead. My room door opened and she let herself into my room. She narro