The Darkness Within

Shit...

Chelsea's POV

As he entered the house, I was constantly looking for anything that could be incriminating. Luckily, I had moved Bradley to his office and had started to set up the crime scene. As soon as Vincent entered the house he began to stumble and look around. I led him straight up the stairs and into one of the many guest rooms. He started to unbutton his shirt and I got a glimpse at his stone abs. I had forgotten what he looked like from all those years ago.

"Like what you see?" I heard a voice say, shaking me from my thoughts.

"What?" I asked acting as though I was disgusted.

"You heard me. Do you like what you see?" he asked again. This time not responding I walked out of the room and promptly closed the door.

 'Come on Chelsea focus, you are trying to get rid of a rotting corpse and you are having thoughts about his best friend. What is happening to you?' I thought as I walked through the big house. As I started to open Bradley's office door, the doorbell rang.

"Shit," I said out loud. "Who is it?" I yelled at the door.

"It's Reagan, open up."

Narrator's POV

She had forgotten that she invited Reagan over. Her plan was to get Reagan to help burn the house down. She had always been that ride or die best friend. Of course, the plan was to not tell her Bradley was actually dead inside. But instead that she found out he was cheating on her and this will get him back. She knew Reagan loved some good revenge but what Chelsea wasn't sure of was how she felt about murder. As Chelsea walked to the door she heard a thump, then a groan from upstairs. She assumed Vincent had just fallen off of the bed. When she opened the front door, she was met with eyes that were filled with worry.

"Hey why didn't you answer me, I tried to call you 3 more times after our first call. What's wrong honey you sounded really freaked out on the phone."

As she was explaining herself Reagan walked in her heels clicking with each step. 

Chelsea's POV

I wasn't shocked when Reagan came wearing high heels, she always dressed up no matter what time of day or where we were going. 

 "I'm sorry, I just found out that Bradley cheated on me, I think he's with her right now" I lied. 

"That cheating dirtbag, you know I knew he wasn't good enough for you." Reagan starts to go on a rant about Bradley when I had to stop her. 

 "I have an idea to get him back."

"You know I always love a good revenge."

Yes, yes, I did know that I thought to myself, knowing she would help out with anything I asked now. 

"I'm thinking set the house on fire." I could have said it with more curiosity than an already thought-out plan but she didn't seem to mind. 

"But where would you go?" she questioned.

"I already have my bags packed and enough cash to get anywhere I need to go," I stated blatantly refusing to use up any more time.

"Well, that sounds planned out. How long have you known?" I didn't expect her to ask honestly. I thought she would just go with it.

 So, I lied "about a week. I devised this plan approximately an hour after I found out." I attempted to laugh but it came out more like a weak sigh. As we started to grab my bags I forgot about Vincent. How was I going to explain that? She suspected Bradley was out of the house so why would Vincent be here.

When I began freaking out, I guess she could feel that because she grabbed my hand telling me "Hey it's okay, we don't have to burn the house down if you don't want to. I'm sure there are better things like throwing his clothes on the ground or pouring his nicest whiskey down the drain."

As I contemplated what I was going to do I heard her talking in the background. I clued in as she said other alternatives. 

"No!" I said forcefully making her jump a little bit. 

"This is what I want to do. But first I have to go get Vincent." Her jaw dropped and I didn't know what to say.

"Wait a minute Vincent is here? Why would Vincent be here?" I told her how he showed up drunk asking for a place to stay that nothing had happened.

"You know someone that hot showing up at his flings house while Bradley just happens to be out cheating isn't a coincidence."

"Don't say stuff like that. He's drunk and this is the first place he thought of." I tried to reason with her, attempting not to waste any more time.  

"I wonder why was it his best friend he thought of or his best friend's wife?" My very inappropriate friend made a good point.

'Did he show up here for me? And if so, if the circumstances were right would I have acted on it?' The answer to both of those things is yes. I could tell my mind had started to get off track. I set the plan with Reagan and got Vincent up and out of the house. Vincent was still sort of out of it so he wasn't sure what was going on. As I lit the match and tossed it into the house the fire burned. All of a sudden the house was in flames. As I watched the house explode, I watched everything I had once loved being burned down to a crisp. 

However, I also knew whatever evidence that I had killed my husband was gone. All I had to do now was flee. With enough cash and 3 different passports and ID's I was set. Now I just had to deal with Reagan and Vincent. I let Vincent know that the stove had leaked and we barely made it out of there. Then Reagan and I devised a plan. I was going to flee the country because even without the murder charge, I could potentially be charged with arson. I had decided to go to Italy, because who doesn't love Italy. With the body now disintegrated and each of my friends have a story to tell anyone who asks, I'm in the clear... Or so I thought...