My babysitter, Chandler Riggs . {{A Chandler Riggs fanfic}}

Chapter 34- Money.

Sam continued to drive, almost seeming as if he wasn't paying attention to where he was going.
My body was tossed as he sped around corners, and I fumbled for something to grip onto.
After about ten minutes more of this reckless driving, we came to a short stop.
"Is this the place?" I asked, almost unsure.
I looked up at the old apartment complex, biting my lip.
"Yeah. Now let's go." Sam demanded, rushing out of the car.
I climbed out of the passengers side door, closing it behind me.
I felt a hand tighten around my wrist, an unfamiliar feeling, and I was then pulled toward the building.
I sighed, tripping multiple times up the stairs.
We arrived at a grey door, and Sam pulled out a worn key, unlocking it.
Inside were three people, all unfamiliar.
Sam gripped me by my hair, and I was shoved onto a bar stool.
"Stay sitting." He demanded, and I nodded solemnly.
"W-what do you guys want?" I stuttered out, only to be yelled at.
"Shut your mouth. No speaking!" The brown haired guy yelled, and i squinted my eyes shut.
"We're here to talk to you." The man beside him said, looking down at me.
"How would you be interested in... a little money?" The words rolled deviously off his tongue, and he spoke them with a large grin apon his face.
"M-money? F-for what?" I responded, after a moment of thinking.
"Well you see, your little friend here owes us something." The final one said.
"Here? Sam?" I questioned, looking over to Sam.
"No, not him. Chandler." He replied, and I almost choked.
"For what?"
"Oh, that doesn't matter. But what does matter, is that we want him dead. And you're going to do that for us." The first one spoke again.
"W-what? No, I can't do that. I can't hurt him. I can't... kill him." The tears began to well in my eyes.
"Yes you can. And you will." Sam spoke, kneeling beside me.
He held my hands in between his.