The Boyfriend

by Freida McFadden

“The thing is, Sydney,” she says, “there are a few things about me that you don’t know.”

there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to believe Slug could do all that stuff.

When we were talking about the problem with Daisy, Slug said I should handle her “the same way you handled Alison.”

Slug thought I was the one who killed Alison.

There’s only one person who Alison trusted, who could have lured her out of her house without a fight. It’s definitely not Slug—it’s not me either.

I always thought that I was drawn to Daisy because she’s so pretty and sweet and good and that she brought out the better parts of me. But now I know the truth. The reason I feel connected to Daisy is because she’s exactly like me.

Chief Driscoll would never believe that the apple of his eye is a homicidal maniac.

I make a decision at that moment. I will keep Daisy’s secret.

I will take her secret to my grave. I will do this to save myself. But that’s not the only reason.

I will keep Daisy’s secret because I love her. I have always loved her—more than anyone I’ve ever known. And even now that I know how dangerous she is, I don’t have it in me to hurt her.

I won’t let her ruin me. I’m better than that.

Are you though?

“You need to leave me alone,” he growls. “I can’t have a life because of you.

every time I start to get serious with a girl, her life is in danger

“Poor Sydney here will be his last victim before I come in and stab him in self-defense.”

Gretchen claims Tom is just like she is. And I’m beginning to worry she’s right.

This is the only girl he ever loved—the one he can never get over.

I buried the only close friend I ever had back in high school.

my mother knows who was responsible for what happened to him. We’ve never discussed it, but I see it in her eyes every time I visit her.

When I told her I’d decided against becoming a surgeon, she said, Thank God

Nobody knows the real Daisy Driscoll. Only me.

are the two of them really standing there geeking out about the decomposition of dead bodies while Randy is lying dead a few feet away and I’m clinging to consciousness on the floor?

“Sydney didn’t call the police,” Tom says. “I did.”

“It won’t happen with anyone else but me,” she says, “and you know it. There is nobody else who could possibly understand you the way I do. With anyone else, your life would be a lie.”

That’s my condition if I go with you. Nobody else dies, Daisy.”

After all, if Tom and Gretchen can be happy together, why not me and Jake?

After everything, that's the comparison you make?

Sydney, Kevin won’t be bothering you ever again. —Tom

Nobody else dies, Daisy. Even if they deserve it? Well, that’s different, of course.