Never Better

Chapter One

I watched the blood dripping from the knife as I held it to my side. I laughed at the squirming young man beneath me. "And that my friend...." I trail off and allow myself to chuckle before continuing with, "is why you don't cross my best friend." I walked ever so slowly away from the boy who now looked so powerless as he bled to death from his chest.

I sit up from the bed and take in a huge breath. It happened again. The same nightmare. The flashbacks. The PTSD. All of it. I guess when you kill someone it haunts you just as much as death itself.

I slowly pull back my duvet bed cover and escape from the warm air I was surrounded in. I slowly sneak out to the shower being sure to close the door behind me. I get dressed in a plain navy pencil skirt with a white blouse tucked into it. I slip on some black high heels and tie my hair back into a messy, innocent bun.

I drive across town, and my phone begins to ring.

"Hello?" I answer and hear some static.

"Coffee shop on 74th street and main. Tall blond woman with a tattoo of an arrow behind her ear. Kathleen." And then he hangs up.

I smile and route myself to 74th and main. The coffee shop. My favorite. I get to relax and drink a little before I have to work.

I walk through the doors and allow the strong smell of coffee to attack my nose. I walk up to the counter and order a large coffee, just black. I walk over to a booth and sit down before surveying the room. I scout out three blonde women. The first has a messy pony tail, and she's wearing joggers with some Nikes that look fake. She just got done jogging. Upon her finger is a wedding ring and I frown. Wrong woman stupid.

I look at the second lady, and she's dressed neatly with her hair down. She looks similar to my appearance. She nods at me, and I notice the waitress bringing my coffee. I smile and accept it before looking down at it.

Last chance

I peer at the last blonde and notice the same messy bun I'm sporting with my dirty blonde locks in her almost milky white hair. Her legs barely fit under the small table she is sat at. She looks down at her coffee as if it's going to give her answers she's looking for. I observe her before noticing blonde number two stand up and walk past her on the woman's left. She turns her head just long enough for me to see. Arrow tattoo. That's my girl.

I get up from my seat and walk past her. I grab her purse and simply walk out the door of the building. I sit at an outdoor table of this coffee shop and see the blonde frantically run out of the building looking for me, with her purse.

"You bitch! Give me that it's mine." She shouts, and I smirk. I stand up and grab her by her wrist.

"Kathleen?" I mutter and smile at her, batting my eyelashes in her face.

"H-how-"

I lean up close to her ear and cut her off, "you're going to follow me to my car and get in the passenger seat as if you know me. You will not scream. You will not run away. You will act as if we are best friends who have known each other forever. This is the easy way. If you fail to execute this, I will not hesitate to make this hard." I pull away from her ear and smile at her.

We both walk away, and she does not try to pull her hand away from my grasp. She gets in my passenger door, and she swallows nervously as I close the door. I get in the driver's seat and drive away from the coffee shop as quickly as possible.

After an hour of driving, she finally cracks and starts crying. "Where are we going what are you gonna do to me what do you want from me?" She blubbers out words that seem like alphabet soup.

"Kathleen. You did something really wrong. You were told there was no going back after this. And the boss was clear. There's no way out after you commit."