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Chapter 7:
Stephanie couldn't keep her eyes off Chris. He stood alone by the fireplace gazing into the flames. Her heart ached for him. He'd been devastated by Trish's death. She'd ran out of the room and right into Test upon finding the body. He had gathered the rest of the house together. Chris had broken down right then and there. He took Trish's hand in his and kneeled beside her bed. His eyes watered and he kissed her cheek. Everyone decided it was best to leave him alone and Stacy placed a hand on Steph's shoulder and led her away.
He blamed her, she knew he did. He hadn't so much as looked at her since they found Trish. Stephanie felt horrible. If only she hadn't listened to that stupid letter! "Is everything okay, Steph?"
"No, nothing is okay."
Dawn Marie sat down next to Steph on the stairs and patted her shoulder. "You want to talk about it?"
"My life is a mess. Everyone thinks I murdered Trish."
"I don't think you did it."
"Really?" Steph was relieved to hear that at least someone didn't blame her.
"She might not, but I do?"
Stephanie turned around to see Lita towering over her. "You really don't think I killed Trish do you?"
"Well, Stephanie. Let's just say you have the best motive for wanting Trish dead."
"If this is about what I said earlier near the woodpile, I don't know where that came from."
"Please Steph, I don't believe that for a second!" Lita was screaming now and the stairwell echoed her accusations.
Stephanie felt the anger welling up inside of her. She leapt to her feet and glared at Lita. "You have no right to accuse me of this. I didn't kill Trish."
The stairs creaked and Jericho walked slowly past the woman. "Can it all right? Trish wouldn't want you two yelling about her like this."
"We would have to be having this conversation if Stephanie hadn't let her jealously get the best of her."
"Chris, you have to believe me." Steph said grabbing his hand. "I didn't do this. I didn't kill Trish."
Chris turned towards her and his eyes were filled with pain and grief. "I wish I could Steph, I really wish I could." He pulled his hand away and headed back up the stairs. Lita glared at Stephanie one last time before chasing after Chris. Jericho's words echoed in her head and Steph's heart snapped in two.
A few hours went by and Stephanie found herself still lying on the couch in the living room gazing in the fire just as Chris had done earlier. "How could Lita think I killed Trish?" Steph mumbled to herself. "She probably thinks I killed Christian too." Stephanie sighed and sat up. Secretly she hoped the killer would get her next. At least then she would be cleared of these crimes against her.
Steph suddenly heard a thud above her head. What was that? She headed upstairs and toward the source of the noise. Stephanie came to the door to the library and slowly pushed it open. Her eyes widen with the horror she saw inside. Lita was on the ground lifeless, a pool of blood surrounding her head and pieces of a broken vase lying shattered around her.
A/N: Five are dead, seven are left. Is one of them the killer? Or is it someone else? Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading and please review.
Chapter 7:
Stephanie couldn't keep her eyes off Chris. He stood alone by the fireplace gazing into the flames. Her heart ached for him. He'd been devastated by Trish's death. She'd ran out of the room and right into Test upon finding the body. He had gathered the rest of the house together. Chris had broken down right then and there. He took Trish's hand in his and kneeled beside her bed. His eyes watered and he kissed her cheek. Everyone decided it was best to leave him alone and Stacy placed a hand on Steph's shoulder and led her away.
He blamed her, she knew he did. He hadn't so much as looked at her since they found Trish. Stephanie felt horrible. If only she hadn't listened to that stupid letter! "Is everything okay, Steph?"
"No, nothing is okay."
Dawn Marie sat down next to Steph on the stairs and patted her shoulder. "You want to talk about it?"
"My life is a mess. Everyone thinks I murdered Trish."
"I don't think you did it."
"Really?" Steph was relieved to hear that at least someone didn't blame her.
"She might not, but I do?"
Stephanie turned around to see Lita towering over her. "You really don't think I killed Trish do you?"
"Well, Stephanie. Let's just say you have the best motive for wanting Trish dead."
"If this is about what I said earlier near the woodpile, I don't know where that came from."
"Please Steph, I don't believe that for a second!" Lita was screaming now and the stairwell echoed her accusations.
Stephanie felt the anger welling up inside of her. She leapt to her feet and glared at Lita. "You have no right to accuse me of this. I didn't kill Trish."
The stairs creaked and Jericho walked slowly past the woman. "Can it all right? Trish wouldn't want you two yelling about her like this."
"We would have to be having this conversation if Stephanie hadn't let her jealously get the best of her."
"Chris, you have to believe me." Steph said grabbing his hand. "I didn't do this. I didn't kill Trish."
Chris turned towards her and his eyes were filled with pain and grief. "I wish I could Steph, I really wish I could." He pulled his hand away and headed back up the stairs. Lita glared at Stephanie one last time before chasing after Chris. Jericho's words echoed in her head and Steph's heart snapped in two.
A few hours went by and Stephanie found herself still lying on the couch in the living room gazing in the fire just as Chris had done earlier. "How could Lita think I killed Trish?" Steph mumbled to herself. "She probably thinks I killed Christian too." Stephanie sighed and sat up. Secretly she hoped the killer would get her next. At least then she would be cleared of these crimes against her.
Steph suddenly heard a thud above her head. What was that? She headed upstairs and toward the source of the noise. Stephanie came to the door to the library and slowly pushed it open. Her eyes widen with the horror she saw inside. Lita was on the ground lifeless, a pool of blood surrounding her head and pieces of a broken vase lying shattered around her.
A/N: Five are dead, seven are left. Is one of them the killer? Or is it someone else? Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading and please review.