Heaven Help Me, Or Hell Have Me (Heaven Help Me #1) Read Online Free Page B

room. And that’s
when I see it, right out of the corner of my eye, clear as
day.
    He disappears.
    He can do that? My breath catches. Oh, and
he’s gone? For good? I smile as I poke my head out into the hall,
not caring if he sees me looking. It’s worth the risk, in my
opinion. And he’s not there! He’s gone! I squeal—can’t help it—and
do a little jig.
    Then I feel a tap on my
shoulder. I scream, my heart jams into my throat, and I spin
around. And there he is, with that same damn smirk, looking very
pleased with himself.
    I shove him. Hard. “You
almost gave me a heart attack! What? Is it lonely where you’re at?
You looking for company, are you? Well, go kill someone else and
leave me alone!” I shove him again, just ‘cause he’s there and I
can, and I’m mad enough to not care. But just ‘cause I do it,
doesn’t mean it does any good. G-man doesn’t move, like, an inch,
and leans into me instead.
    “ Stop pushing
me.”
    I lift my chin, get on my tip-toes,
and lean in myself. I realize as I’m doing it that it’s probably
not the wisest thing to do. But, again, with the not caring. “Stop
haunting me.”
    “ Haunting you?” He has the
nerve to look surprised, and that bothers me even more than his
intimidation tactics.
    Why can’t I have a nice
G-man? One who will keep me company, or scrub my back in the tub,
or—I don’t know—do my laundry. But I know the answer before I
finish thinking the question: ‘Cause it’s me , that’s why. And here I thought
my luck was turning around.
    I scoff.
    He quirks a brow. “You think I’m a
ghost, don’t you?”
    My turn to be surprised.
Aaand I take a step back. “You’re not? What are you then?” ‘Cause I
know Cici didn’t see him, and people don’t just pop in and out of
existence at will. But oh-my-God, how cool would that
be?!
    Focus. Focus!
    I take another step back. Just in
case.
    “ You really don’t know, do
you?”
    And people accuse me of
being slow. “Umm, I think I just made that clear.” Now, I’m
thinking I’m more annoyed than scared and decide to hold my
ground.
    He slips his hands in his
pockets, making his pecs bulge out. Oh yeah, baby. Do that again. I
shake my head. Bad G-man with the distraction techniques. Well,
it’s not going to work.
    Then he asks, “Do you
remember what you said the day before last?”
    I tear my eyes from his
chest to his face. And look at that view. Just as good. “I’m sorry—what?” Dammit. I
do the drool chin-check, sly-like, so he doesn’t know what I’m
doing. I hope.
    “ The other day,” he
prompts. “Do you remember what you said?”
    I think back—oh, that day—and scowl. “I’m
pretty sure I said a lot of choice words on that particular
day.”
    “ Yes, but one thing in
particular put you in the spotlight.”
    “ Whose
spotlight?”
    “ Do you remember what it
was?”
    And then I don’t care how hot he is.
He’s just ticking me off. “Do you even know how to answer a
straight forward question?”
    He ignores me. Of course.
“You said Fuck Heaven, Hell take
me .”
    I think back, cringe, and nod.
“Yeeeah. I think I did say that. But I was pretty fed up.” Is it a
defense that’s going to hold up in a court of law? Naw, it’s pretty
weak. But it’s the only defense I got.
    “ I guess you were,” he
says, blandly. And for the second time today, I feel like I’m
sitting in the principal’s office. “And, as it stands, they’ve
decided to take you up on your offer.”
    My eyes dart away, then
come right back to G-man. My brain’s still trying to catch up.
“Who? What offer?”
    He smirks, but there’s no
humor in it. And I suddenly know I don’t want to hear the answer.
And from the look on his face, he
knows I don’t want to know. In fact, I
have half a mind to stick my fingers in my ears and La, la, la my way to
bed. But, let’s face it, that would be juvenile, unladylike and
totally inappropriate.
    “ Are you ready now?” he
asks.
    So I cross