The Twenty First Chapter
"Stay here. I'll get a cloth," Valeria leaves me with the others. I sit on my chair before anyone else can.
"Really, man. I'm sorry. The killer within me came out," Connor apologizes again.
"Wait. You're a killer?" I ask.
"Used to be. Don't tell Valerie. She'll kill me."
"She doesn't know?"
"No. Here she comes."
Valeria comes in with a damp towel and starts wiping my blood off my face.
"It'll need stitches," she says as she goes back upstairs.
A few days later, Connor is gone. Turns out, he has work somewhere in Georgia. Since we're in Arizona, it doesn't help much. Dallyn is still here. I guess he's cool. I learned that Dallyn and Connor are a thing. I won't judge Connor, either. He's strong. Valeria and I go out for once. I go with Dallyn, while Valeria goes with Alex. Guess what we're going to do!
"You don't have to do this. I can call Ty," I offer, exiting my truck. Dallyn wouldn't let me drive my own truck. I swear, sometimes, it's hard not to kill.
"It's fine. I've done this many times before."
We walk in. There are tuxedos everywhere. Black, white, red. Tall, short, fat. I guess this is what I signed up for.
"Black?" Dallyn asks me.
"Yeah." Mine wouldn't fit. Killing is what kept me in shape.
"What size?" Too many questions.
"Try this one on." He throws one at me. It looks my size.
I go to a dressing room and put in on. It's too loose. I take it off, get my normal clothes back on, and walk out.
"It's too big," I tell him. He comes around a couple racks of clothes.
"Next time, let me see. I want to make sure." He takes it from me. "Put your arm in this."
"Put your forearm in these pants." He hands me a pair. "It helps determine whether it'll fit or not."
I do as he told me. My arm fits perfectly.
"See! Now try the outfit on." He pushes me back into my dressing room. It fits. Well, the pants do. I can't get the shirt on. Oh, wait. I guess that's why it has buttons.
"It fits." I walk out. He comes back.
"Yay! That didn't take as long as I thought it would."
"We pay for it."
"Valerie! Over here!" Alex calls me. "I think I found the one you were talking about!"
"I'm coming," I walk through a maze of dresses. Half of which I've already tried on. When I see the dress, I stop in my tracks. My heart stops. Alex always said there would be a face. A ding. I didn't believe her, but now I do.
"Ding," she smiles.
After a minute, she gives me a description. "Red around the bottom, the sleeves, and the veil. Oh, and the bottom comes off altogether." It is what I described. For the afterparty, I don't have to take my dress off. I can just take the bottom off. It'll be a half dress.
"It only took sixteen dresses, but who's counting?" She helps me get it on. It's perfect.
"I'm glad. Now, let's get this off of you. My feet are killing me. Also, you need another bridesmaid. And a flower girl."
"Isn't the flower girl someone young?"
"Yeah. And? Oh." She knows I don't know a young girl. Although... No. I wouldn't do that to him. I might have to, though.
"I do know another bridesmaid," I decide.
"Jame will kill me."
"Who?" She's not good with waiting.
"Who?" She helps me out of my dress, then I explain.
"She was one of the cops. She was the only one that ever held back. Unless she was out of patience."
"Jame is going to kill you."
"I know! When can we ask her?"
"Do you want to go now?"
We pay, then leave. We walk. The only vehicle we have is Jame's truck, and of course, Dallyn stole it. Alex tries to make small talk, but I stay stuck in my thoughts.
She'll say no.
She won't be the bridesmaid for a killer.
"We're here," Alex stops in front of the police station.
"Let's go," and get this over with.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
She leads me inside. Tritt looks up from the front desk. Great.
"Why are you back," he looks at me, "and why are you not dead?" he looks at Alex.
"Where is Mayley?" I ignore him.
"An answer for an answer," he glares.
"I'm back because I'm looking for Mayley, and she's alive because she knows how to handle herself," I answer.
"She's in the back. Why do you need her?"
"Hey. You've asked three questions. I've asked one," I lean on the desk.
"Fine. Blow me away," he sits back.
"Is Tritt your first or last name?"
"What's your first name?" That question earns a groan.
"I... Ugh. It's Zenon."
"Isn't he related to Zeus?"
"Yes. Now, why do you need my wife?"
"For a favor."
"I'm engaged to Jame. I want her to be my bridesmaid."
Don't kill me.
Don't kill me.
Don't kill me.
"I'll go get her," he goes to the back.
"YES!" Alex and I say in unison.