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A/N: DUDE. Another chapter? IN THE SAME DAY? I know, right? I'm impressed, too. This is an incredibly short one, though, but I felt the need to upload it. It wouldn't quite fit with the next one that I already started working on. I'm on some fancy writing kick here. With any luck, you might have another chapter out later today or early tomorrow morning!
I hope you like this mini-chapter. As short as it is, I'm really excited about hearing any feedback on it.

I enjoyed writing this one, and I'm shocked to admit....but this story is heading in a direction I didn't think I would take. So I'm kind of like "WOAH." Are you, too?

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--nikki.=)

Choosing You
Chapter Four -- "Ignorant Strikes..."

I quietly shut the bedroom door behind me and took a deep breath, hoping that it would slow my overdriven heart. I was certainly in no rush to get downstairs, especially after my encounter with Henry.

Being in the same room, a small confined bedroom nonetheless, with him sent electrifying shivers down my spine. I had had no idea what he was going to do when he shut the door behind him and made the attempt to embrace me. My thoughts ran negative and didn't see the Henry that I loved and used to know. I didn't see my best friend. I saw Wakefield's son, a murderer. I saw my brother.

Wait a minute…

My eyes snapped open as I furrowed my eyebrows. My best friend couldn't have been Wakefield's child, let alone his accomplice in murder. He killed Wakefield after all! Why would he have killed his father? It made no sense. He couldn't have killed Trish, either. He was going to marry her, the girl of his dreams! There was absolutely no way he could have done that. And all of his friends! Henry wasn't capable of such…incredible monstrosity!

If he wanted to kill me, he had many opportunities to do so, including not more than thirty minutes ago.

Hope arose in me and the change in emotion of fear to something so optimistic was enough to make me charge down the wooden steps right into his arms.

Sure. Wakefield had an accomplice, but it couldn't have been Henry. Henry couldn't kill Trish or his uncle. And especially not his best man, Sully.

Sully. The hope was soon diminished by the flooding memories of the Coast Guard claiming that they told Henry and Sully to go to the marina emerged in my mind. It was true. Henry did say that he hadn't even seen Sully.

And the Coast Guard wouldn't lie.

Maybe they made a mistake. Things get written down wrong. Reception could have been off…

Strike one.

I replayed the incident between Henry and I right before…he threw me on the ground.

Strike two.

My breaths came out ragged and shaky. Covering my mouth, I remembered the last word that Wakefield uttered right before his death. Henry.

Strike three. You're out.

The evidence overwhelmed and consumed any lingering promise that Henry couldn't possibly have been the killer.

No.

I wasn't stupid and I knew I was in denial, but I refused to believe that Henry could do such an atrocious and evil deed. And even if he did, I'd be damned if I let him know that I was aware of it. I wasn't sure if I could handle facing the horrid truth.

Straightening my back, I brushed the hair out of my face and assertively walked downstairs.

They say ignorance is bliss.

I was sure as hell going to fake it.

A/N: Thoughts? Please tell me. I took this in a whole 'notha direction. I'm not sure how well this is going to pan out. I'm pretty anxious with your reviews. I have a bad feeling that I'm going to get some negative feedback. I hope not, but if I do then it's cool. I'd rather you tell me that I suck then let me keep dragging this story in the ground.
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Random topic time! It's 5:30 AM here and I haven't been to sleep in a while. I'm actually about to crash right...*yawn*...now...*yawn*...so...yeah....*passes out*

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