hello everyone. before we get into this chapter, i would just like to let you know that i am so very thankful for everyone around me, thank you. on september seventh, i lost a good friend of mine. his name was kason. i've known this kid for such a long time and to have him pass away at such a young age truly hit me really hard. thank you for respecting the break i needed, it really means a lot to know that you guys are so accepting.

When the song ended, I sat on the bed while Brendon and Sarah returned upstairs. I drank a little more than I expected to, so I told Kylie I was going to stay the night where I was. She agreed I should so I didn't get hurt on my way home. 

I sat on the bed, and stared at the ceiling for a while trying to picture what this job is going to do for me. I guess I was thinking too hard when I got distracted by something hitting the floor on the next floor up, it sounded like Sarah dropped her whine bottle. I turned my attention towards what was going on upstairs, and listened closer.

After a few minutes I could only hear a little bit of what Brendon and Sarah were saying to each other but it sounded a little bit more harsh than a normal conversation, almost like they were fighting.

I didn't want to worry about it too much so I got underneath the covers and messed around on my phone for a little while, until something really caught me off guard; Brendon opened my door and stumbled into my room. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I hate to start your job off like this, but Sarah just left. She stormed out and drove off in her car. I don't want to do this but I need you to-.." he trailed off.

"Brendon, what do you need?" I prepared myself to be really sympathetic, even if I didn't really want to be.

This is when it got a little but more weird than I expected it too, Brendon sighed. "I need you to kill Sarah."

"I beg your pardon?" I was extremely taken back by his request. "You would like me to kill your wife?"

"Pretty much," He summed up.

"What the hell Brendon, why on earth would you like me to do that?" At this point of the conversation, I am incredibly taken back. The only thing I can really think about is why on earth he would really expect me to kill his wife. However, I do get sidetracked and think about the anatomy of a carrot, then I focus again.

"She is going to expose me, I know she is. She overheard us talking about what had happened when we were in high school. Ya know, about Alice?"

"Yeah, she overheard us?"

"Yes, and she told me she no longer wanted me. I feel so horrible, she cannot tell anyone about that. It will completely ruin my career."

That was true, I understood how passionate Brendon is about his career and what would happen if Sarah did do this. As much as I didn't want to, I was really thinking about saying yes to his offer.

"Okay, I really am thinking about this Brendon. How would you like me to do this?" I asked, putting my hand on my chin.

"Well I have a knife you can stab her with, it's quite interesting how I've had her death planned out for a while." He said, kinda adding a huff at the end of his sentence.

I didn't even want to ask why he had her death planned out already, does he fantasize about these things? Does he get a kick out of it? Hm, maybe it's like a fetish or something.

"So what are you thinking?" I asked, trying to ignore what he said.

"You're going to slit her wrists, if you've ever seen that 80's movie called Heathers you would totally get what i'm saying here. We're going to make it look like she killed herself."

Brendon was interrupted by his cough.

"Okay, please text Sarah and ask where she is so you can bring her some bread or something. I don't really know, do your girly shit." He commanded, I felt a little bit more on the forced side to do this. I didn't really want to turn his offer down because I was the new worker, and I am making so much money off of this job. I also didn't want to be the first one he shot when he git a new gone as well.

I agreed to his command and texted Sarah:

Hey girl, noticed you left. Where'd you go? I wanna come watch some redbox movies with you and maybe get some popcorn?

"See was that so hard?" Brendon smirked as I put my phone down, sent chills down my spine. I could always sense a creepy part of Brendon, but I never put my finger on it until now.

"No, i'm just not really sure what to do after she responds."

The room went silent, but my phone buzzed. It was Sarah:

Hey, I just went to the motel and 45th street. You can come check it out if you'd like. 

"I found out where she's at. Want me to go now?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure. Let me go grab this knife of mine. Get excited." Brendon sneered before he went upstairs.

I knew I wasn't really going to kill her, I didn't want to. 

I was left alone with my thoughts for a good few minutes so I went back to my thoughts on carrots. I wasn't really sure what was so special about them. Even when I was little I felt like eating them was useless, it is just like eating little bricks.

Brendon came back downstairs and threw a pair of white gloved at me. "You'll need these. But here you go, keep it in the bagging. You can go now if you'd like."

So I agreed with it, I got in the car by myself and drove to the motel where she was staying. It was extremely weird to have this feeling. Ya know, the feeling of having a knife and a pair of gloves with the accompaniment of disinfecting spray.

I arrived to the motel not much later and texted her so she could come out and take me to the room she was in. There was something interesting about this feeling I had in my gut, I had a feeling I really only came here to flirt with Sarah while she and Brendon were fighting. But I also knew I would love to flirt with Brendon as well. 

I got out of the car and walked into the lobby to see Sarah waiting. She had changed. Her outfit was her olive green sweats and a white t-shirt. She pulled it off nicely. 

Her room was on the bottom floor, which was nice. We didn't have to take the elevator. When we got into the room she closed the door and she sat on the other bed. "So did Brendon ask for you to kill me?" She asked with a laugh, I looked around the room and saw the pistol on her nightstand.