Chapter 39
CHAPTER 39
Fifteen Years Ago
1:51 a.m.
Phil
After Grace left the bedroom, Phil moved from behind the drapes, then walked to the bed.
He sat next to Sarah and stared at her. From the gentle rise and fall of her chest, he could tell she was breathing. She was still alive, thank God. Phil wouldn’t put it past Grace to leave Sarah dead in the bedroom of a house that didn’t belong to her.
Phil knew Grace from one of the business classes he took. She was another freeloading, scholarship bitch who didn’t deserve to be at WBU. But she was clever and ambitious. The kind of person who would scratch and bite and claw to get to the top. The kind of girl who would ask you to borrow a knife, then stab you in the back with it. She had a raw, feral quality to her, like a wild hog, and she was plump like a pig. Cute, with a porcine face, blonde and ruddy, but a bit too fat for Phil’s liking.
Sarah was more his type. Tall and slender, with nice boobs. She had a fresh, girl next door vitality. Phil thought he might ask her out. When she woke up. Maybe.
“Sarah …” Phil said. “You awake?”
Minutes passed, but Sarah’s eyes remained closed.
“Sarah …” Phil touched her face again, letting his hand linger, allowing his fingers to play upon her skin.
Eyes still closed, Sarah didn’t respond.
“Sarah …” he said, raising his voice.
The bitch didn’t respond.
Phil slapped her, crashing his hand against her cheek.