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The Roommate - Chapter 11
"Rosalie, what is your plan?" I asked her hastily. She was speeding down the road to Jacob's off-campus apartment.
"We need to get Jacob's story on his cousin," she muttered, not taking her eyes off the road. "Because I know you know that he knows something."
"Yeah…I think I do. You don't…" I gulped. "You don't think he's involved do you?"
She shrugged. "We can't jump to conclusions, but something is telling me he was involved somehow. We'll find out soon. I'm not leaving until we get an answer."
And that's how we were banging on Jacob's door at nearly 11 p.m. that night.
"Rosalie? Bella? What the hell?" Jacob asked, stepping outside where we were. "What is it?"
"We need some answers," Rosalie demanded, going about this the wrong way.
"What Rosalie means is that…we want to know the real reason you moved here."
He sighed, defeated. "Okay fine. Alice told me you were in love with me."
We stared at him for a second before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"What the fuck!" Rosalie chuckled. "Alice is a goddamned liar!" He frowned.
"That, I know…now. Listen, if that's all, then…"
"Wait," I said. "We…that's not why we came, but thanks for letting us know that your cousin is an even bigger liar."
"What are you talking about?"
"Can we come in?" Rosalie asked impatiently, crossing her arms. "This is not something to discuss in an apartment hallway." He begrudgingly let us in, and we sat down.
"What's wrong then?" he asked, sitting across form us. I noticed for the first time that he wasn't wearing a shirt. If I wasn't so pissed and frightened and desperate for answers at the moment, I would've noticed a little more.
"It's about Alice," I continued. "We know something is up." I watched carefully, but he kept his expression blank. I did however, notice him swallow a little thickly.
"We…we found things that weren't meant for us to see," I started. "Something that happened three years ago."
He stood up. "What do you know?"
"What do you know?" Rosalie challenged.
"Alice's sister died." His face was hard.
"Yes," I said, glad he was giving us straight answers. "But we were wondering…how…?" He was glaring.
"What have you done?" he whispered. My eyes widened.
"Did Alice kill Mallory?" Rosalie asked bluntly. I gasped. This is not how I wanted things to go.
Jacob closed his eyes and was silent for a long time. If I didn't know better, I would've said he was asleep.
"Jake?" I whispered.
"I didn't know what to do," he whispered. "I was scared…"
"Tell us," I whispered. "Tell us the story."
He took a deep breath and slowly sat back down, gripping the arm of the chair tightly. He never opened his eyes.
"Is she taking her medication?" he asked, seeming to look a little sick.
"Medication? What medication…?"
Jacob exhaled slowly. "That's what I was afraid of. Alice is mentally unstable. Without her medication, she could be dangerous."
"Wait," Rosalie said, pulling something small and rectangular from her purse. It was a tape recorder. "Go ahead."
"You're recording me?" Jacob asked, alarmed.
"Just keep going," she said, holding the device.
"You're going to turn her in? You…she'll get you. Somehow, she'll know…"
"Wait!" I yelled. This was…too much. Overwhelming. "What are you talking about?"
"I'll tell you a story about Alice," Jacob finally said. "But you can't tell her anything." Wasn't planning on it.
"Alice and Mallory were so…different as kids. Mallory was bubbly, happy, kind. Alice was quiet, shy…she kept to herself. As they got older, they became more and more distant. And Alice…acted so, I don't know. But one day they went for a walk…and Mallory never came back. Alice told me she went to a friends house.
"Hours passed and Alice's parents called Mallory's friends' house, but they haven't seen her that day. That's when Alice started acting…strange. After the body was discovered, Alice went downhill. We thought it was because she missed her sister, but she started cutting herself and swearing a lot, skipping classes and getting into fights. She did some pretty crazy things, which led her to some nut house.
But before she went, she told me that…that…" Jacob looked down. "That she killed her sister. She threatened me. She said if I told anyone, she'd kill me too. I was scared. So when Alice went to the nut house, I moved to New York. Of course Alice "pretended" to get better so she was able to leave the nut house, with a promise to take medication. She promised, but she lied. She moved to New York to find me, to find out if I'd said a word to anybody. I was…shocked to see her, and very disappointed they'd let her go. But I told her I didn't say a word, and that I never would. She told me she wasn't afraid to kill people. Even me. I mean, she already killed her little sister. After she was satisfied with the answers I'd given her, she moved down to California…here, claiming to start a new life, a clean slate. But then she saw you…"
I gulped. He noticed that I looked like…like Mallory.
"You didn't use to look so much like Mal, but…but the only difference now is your…is your eyes. Bella, I don't think you're safe here, but I didn't know how to tell you. You triggered something in Alice again…something bad. And I don't think you should go on that trip the weekend. In fact, I'd rather you stay with Rosalie tonight."
"Is she planning anything?"
"She hasn't told me anything, but the look in her eyes, the same look after she killed Mallory, is in her eyes now." Rosalie looked more frightened then I ever seen her. "She's beyond dangerous. She needs to be stopped…"
"You seemed all buddy-buddy with her!" I snapped.
"It was a show, Bella!" He said. "I'm trying to protect my ass…"
"Don't worry about it," Rosalie said. "She wants to kill us all anyway…"
"What?"
"Alice is taking everything from me! My clothes, my makeup…I went into her room with Rose the day she left to get you, and we found notes, pictures, Mallory's obituary…it was crazy. And she had a murder list!"
Jacob's eye widened. "Who was on it…?"
"Me, you, Rose, Mallory, a teacher here at this school…" I trailed off.
No wonder Dr. Mabry looked frightened at me that day…
"She…she wants to kill me?"
"Why are you so fucking surprised?" Rosalie snapped. "She doesn't trust you."
"The knife I'm assuming Alice used to kill Mallory was in that box." Jacob looked beyond sick. In fact…
"Excuse me," he ran past us, probably to throw up. Rose and I just stared at each other, figuring out our next move.
"What's next?" Rosalie asked. "Tell Edward." I shook my head.
"Not yet. I need more answers. Like why Alice wants to kill me, and why she hasn't done it yet."
"But nobody knows that but her."
I flexed my jaw. "I know what I have to do."
"Bella? Bella what are you thinking?" Rosalie asked me frantically. "Don't do anything stupid.
But if I don't do anything, the ones I love will get killed.
Because of me.
A/N: So it gets a little angst-y horror-ish from here. Send me some love (or critisim, whatever works) because I gave you two in one tonight!
And the reason why Jacob moved when they were younger before all of this happened…it helped with the plot. I can't really explain it, but it really did…
Don't forget, I'm looking for a good beta!