The Assassins Kill

chapter 3- one too many.

*Jades pov*

*3 years ago*

i walk into the nursery, picking at my nails. i see my mother sitting on a rocking chair, a newborn baby girl with a full head of blonde hair in her arms. i lean against the door, just admiring how at peace my mom looks- and how I'm about to disrupt that peace.

"hey, mom?" she doesn't look up, just continues rocking back and forth.

"hmm?" i scratch my head.

"can you tell me more about-" she looks up, a warning in her eyes,

"my dad.." she looks back down at my sister, the sweet smile on her lips now faded away.

"why." her voice is cold now.

"you never told me what happened." she shakes her head, scoffing.

"why does it matter Jade?" she stands up, walking to the crib.

"i just- it doesn't.. i just wanted to know more about him. that's all." i gulp, trying to get rid of the hole in my heart. i turn away and hear her sigh.

"Bowie was the most charming person i knew, until things started changing." i turn and look back at her, Serena's in her crib now and shes resting her arms on the bars.

"what changed?" she looks at me, chuckling.

"Caleb."

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*present day, two weeks later*

i hear my phone buzz from the other room, then i hear it buzz again. the past few weeks have honestly gone by pretty quick. i follow Julian around, we never really talk. thank god for that because hes a little prick. the times we do talk are never fucking enjoyable, hes honest to god the most privileged person ever.

i walk into my room, grabbing my phone. i have two texts, one from Henry and one from Ivy.

Henry

Julian's going out against my advice, please go with him.

i chuckle, their relationship seems somewhat like a worried father and rebellious son. which I'm sure is pretty close to the truth.

i text Henry back then see what ivy texted-

Ivy

lets go out tonight, this hotel is boring.

i sigh, wishing i could hangout with my best friend. but, duty calls!! i reply quickly and grab my things, heading to Julian's penthouse.

15 minutes later I'm walking up the stairs to his place, i never take the elevator because of old single guys who have nothing else to do in their time besides hit on 22 year olds. i walk towards his door, knocking a little more dramatically and loud than i intended. he opens the door, his hair is wet, hes wearing red and green flannel pajama pants, toothbrush in his mouth with toothpaste round his lips, and shirtless. droplets of water drip down his abs and i look at his face before he notices i completely just checked him out. he looks pissed, like usual. i push past him and walk into the kitchen. i set my purse down and put on some nude lipstick and he walks in, arms on his hips and his jaw clenched. i flop my hand out and purse my lips together, waiting for him to say why hes being pissy.