𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋 ☁︎ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿

IV. the trade

CHAPTER FOUR
" Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain "

THE CAR WAS SILENT WHEN David drove to the bridge, Bear stared out the window, seeing if there was anyone or anything suspicious. She trusted Frank to a point, she trusted him in not killing her, but she didn't trust him in not killing David; she had to make an educated guess that he wouldn't.

Once they got to the bridge, there was no one in sight, no car or figure. Bear didn't look at the car's clock that was buzzing, she knew they were on time.

"What the fuck," She comments.

Suddenly, David got a call and he answered, "Yeah." Seeing the frown on his face, she knew Frank wanted to meet at a different place.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Why would I be kidding?" David replies, beginning to drive off.

So, the two were on the road again, for 20 minutes. When they reached the dock, Bear sighed as a slow train was passing by. Her patience was running thin already, this just put more strain on that ice.

David gets a call and puts it back into drive.

Bear exclaims, "What the fuck?!"

"What do you want me to do, huh?"

"This is so stupid," She complains, "What's the point of this?"

Lieberman didn't answer her. The two were fed up already and the car game that Frank wanted them to play wasn't making this any better.

So, for another 20 minutes, they drive into a parking ledge that looks like they were asking to be murdered. It was already too dark to see if anyone was following or watching them.
Bear had to give it to him, he's smart.

David takes the call, and sure enough, he begins to drive. "Asshole," the man mutters. The girl felt like head-butting concrete, as she yawns and tries to keep herself awake. Maybe she should've stayed back home and waited for him.

It was already nighttime as they exited out of the car and into the cemetery. Bear rubbed her eyes as she walked with Lieberman, letting him take the lead.

Tiredness was weighing down on her eyelids, as she looked to the miles of tall headstones. As she was passing by the graves, Bear began to think of her friends, the ones who wouldn't get a headstone or weren't able to get buried six feet.

Burials always seemed pointless to her. Hypothetically, if she died, she would want to be burned completely or sink into the ocean. Why have a burial for someone who will just decompose in a fancy, plush box? Besides, they were dead, what good is it to spend money on them when they can't judge it themselves?