92 Fake Death Plan

SIX DAYS BEFORE THE ELEVATOR LIFT...

Sean opened his eyes. He was in a bed and rays of sunshine poured on his face. 'Wghst did I do last night?' He questioned himself, then, he noticed Heather, lying next to him, still sleeping.

'What have I done?' He began thinking of his parents, his friends, Leslie. 'Will I see them again?'

A tear slipped down his cheek and he sniffles. "Forget about them." Heather mumbled, hugging his waist and moving closer to him. "You shouldn't bother because you'd be dead."

'How did she know what I was thinking about?'

"How did you know that I was thinking about my family?"

"That's the only thing that can make you cry. You won't be worried about loosing you virginity, will you?" Heather yawned.

"No, but what do you mean by I'd be dead?"

"We are going to fae your death and hide you here." She sat up. "That's all you need to know."

She grabbed her blanket and went to the bathroom. From there, she called out, "Get dressed. We are going shopping."

On the way, Sean asked her to explain again this plan.

"You will spend the rest of the day with your parents and you want to leave the house to go somewhere. Then, you 'die' in a car accident. I have already thought of the perfect place and time for that." She cautiously watched the road.

"All you have to do is walk around and when you want to cross the road, a car will come speeding at you." She resumed explanation. "I'll be there and once the car is in close proximity to you, I will open a smoke bomb, carry you away and the dynamite that was in the car will explode. The car will be an automatic one and everyone will think high you and the driver fried in the crash."

"You really thought this through." Sean analysed every point.

"Came up with it when we were asleep yesterday." She took a sharp left turn in the road. "By the way, you are really good in bed."