Kill Me Quick

Chapter 1

It's been ten long years.

I comb through my brown wavy hair, trying to remove all the knots.

"Jeez. Do you ever go to the salon and get your hair done?" Kristy asks as she enters my room. Kristy is my six-month roommate. We work together at the diner. She needed a roommate to split the bills with, I needed a place to stay. The apartment is small and a bit cheaper than most I've lived in, so it was a good offer. Problem is, Kristy can be a bitch at times.

I don't say anything as I continue brushing my hair. My shift starts in an hour and a half, so I have about thirty minutes to leave if I want to get there in time.

Kristy comes and stands behind me, and I see her clearly through the mirror. Her swollen cheek is now almost a normal size. She has covered the purple bruise with makeup.

"How's your head?" I ask instead. I raise my eyes for a second and meet hers through the mirror. She just shrugs, brushing off the question.

Two days ago, she came back home crying, saying she had fallen down the stairs but came clean after a few hours. Her mother needed cash. That was all she said, and I understood. I knew her.

She takes my brush from my hand and tries brushing through the brown waves as I study her. Kristy is never quiet. She's dressed already when we have so much time left.

"What's up?" I genuinely ask. Her blue eyes meet mine, again. Like I said, she might be a bitch at times but she's grown on me.

"Why?"

"You are acting weird." I say directly. She takes my scrunchie from the desk and ties up my hair into a high ponytail. It's not something I do. Like ever. But I don't say anything. Instead, I just raise my eyebrows.

She lets out a long breath. "Okay, remember when I told you I need cash? Like ASAP?" I nod. " Well..." she starts fiddling with her fingers. Scratch that. Now, this is weird. The one Kristy I know is never nervous. I get up from the chair and face her. "Mace asked me for a favor, and I promised I would look for someone else to go with. He needed two ladies, and the deal seemed good." She says, and I look at her expectantly, hoping whatever she says next is not what I'm thinking.

She looks at my face, and there it is. I shake my head no. "Five grand. We split halfway." She says, and I look at her ridiculously.

"Nope." I just say. Knowing Mace, it might be something illegal. I can't afford to go to jail.

"It's one night. No, three hours. Waitressing. Nothing we don't do." She says.

"For who?" Something's fishy.

"He didn't say, but he promised, nothing bad or illegal. They are just some important people signing deals and celebrating. " She says, making me have even more questions.

"Why not hire some professional staff from those five star hotels?"

"Think about it. This could help achieve your dream faster. I promise you, if it were illegal, I'd never ask you to do it. And, I'd never do it." She says as she watches me. "And you do owe me a favor." I roll my eyes as she gets her answer.

"If I don't like that..." I start, but she cuts me off.

"You're out. Yeah, yeah, yeah." She says, rolling her eyes playfully as she leaves my room for me to get ready.

I put on a pair of black trousers and a white shirt and take my bag. I check to see if I have everything I need from my name tag to my house keys. Once I'm done, I get out of my room and follow Kristy out of the house. She's wearing something similar but instead of trousers, she has a black skirt that reaches just above her knees.

We get out into the hot afternoon and walk to the subway where we get just in time before the train leaves.

Our shift goes on smoothly. And when I say smoothly, I mean running around the restaurant, taking orders, serving food, and cleaning up. Luckily, I got only one difficult group in my station. Six hours later, we go back to our apartment, and I throw myself on the bed, ready for a few hours of sleep.

Kristy explained that the job would take three hours, so I have no worries that it would mess up with my schedule. Two hours later, I feel my body shaking only to find Kristy trying to wake me up.

"What?" I whine as I turn, trying to get some more sleep.

"We need to get ready and leave, Lils." She says, and I let out a groan as I will myself to move and get up. I glare at her when I'm finally up. She doesn't say anything but goes on brushing her teeth as she leaves my room. She has a towel on, meaning she just came out of the shower. I take my towel and take off my work clothes, and hop into the shower. Five minutes later, I brush my teeth too and start getting ready.

Kristy said we'll be given uniforms, and so I put on a pair of blue jeans, a crop top, and a hoodie, then take out a pair of Converse. I pick up my bag already, knowing everything I need is in there and out of my room. Kristy is wearing a pair of shorts this time and a large hoodie with a pair of black Vans. I take one of the glasses of orange juice she's poured for both of us and a few cookies and eat them in the shortest time possible. The sugar in the juice helps boost some energy.

We get out, and Kristy stops a cab. Just before we get in, a black jeep stops in front of us, and Mace gets out telling us that he'll drive us to the hotel. I don't question his change of car. This is the third time it's happening. He said something about the cars belonging to the organization he works in.

I don't say a word the whole way, hopping that everything works out well and I'll be in my bed soon and a tad bit richer.

But why do I have this strange feeling?