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Mitch stayed silent.

But on the inside, he was actually in shock. He knew that both he and Adam had caught on to whatever Darla was saying, which made him even more nervous. If she was capable of murdering, only god knows who she'll kill next. But, Mitch kept his composure, "You uh, you k-killed him, eh?"

They were now seated on the couch, the three of them, tension floating in the air as the three of them shifted uncomfortably, well, except Darla. She nodded solemnly, "I. . . I guess you can say that."

On the other hand, Adam was trembling, "W-Was the friend, Quentin?"

Mitch rolled his eyes. Of course Adam was going to be straightforward. Darla stared at him, "Quentin. . . ?" Mitch urged her to go on, and she frowned. "I don't know if I can recall. . ."

"Well then, do so." Adam said as he bit his lip.

Darla tapped on her lip as if she were a five year old trying to solve an addition problem. At least, she didn't look like one due to the blood that coated her skin and clothes, "I'm genuinely not sure right now."

Adam groaned desperately, "A-Alright, fine. Say, why don't you think about it while I have a small chat with Mitchell?"

Darla didn't have time to answer though, since Adam grabbed Mitch by his sleeve and led him out of the living room and into his large bathroom. Mitch flinched at his hardened grip, "What the hell Adam!?"

"This is bad, this is real bad." Adam panicked as he gripped his curly locks.

"And you think I don't know that already?" Mitch snarled softly, hoping that Darla's curiosity wouldn't lead her into their curent conversation.

"Ugh, of course you do know. I'm just-. . . I can't-. . . "

"Ok ok I get it, and believe me, I feel the same way too. But you can't let her know you're mad at her. Who knows what she'll do to you if she finds out now that we know she's capable of murder." Mitch said as he bit his lip.

Adam's eyes widened, "Are you crazy?! I won't sleep well if I know that there's a murderer sleeping under the same roof as me!"

"Well I sometimes have sleepless nights now that I know my girlfriend's a slut!" Mitch retorted as he glared at Adam.

"Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures!" Adam protested, yelling at him as if they were the only ones in the household. "I'm sorry Mitch, but I'm not like you."

Mitch's frown turned into a small grin as he looked away from Adam, "D-Did you know that Quentin used to say that?"

Adam's hard look softened, looking down at the bathroom's cold tiles, "Oh. . . Did he?"

Mitch nodded as he leaned against the counter, "Yeah. . ." He sighed, "Sometimes, I wonder how we all came down to this. Our situations, that is."

Adam nodded, "I wonder the same thing as well. . ."

Hearing a knock at the door, Mitch looked over to it and he shivered at the thought of a murderer standing right behind it. He frowned and opened it, and even though she knocked, her presence crept Mitch out. Finally finding the courage to talk, he looked at her, "What is it Darla?"

"I finally figured it out!" She announced, making Adam frown.

"Oh, really?" Mitch asked as he scratched the back of his neck. "Then uh, what's the conclusion?"

She giggled, "I figured out that,

" Maybe it was Quentin after all! "

-Author's Note-

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