kill me, baby

3: drinking to almost murder

Song: Bad Intentions by Digital Daggers

Chapter 3:
drinking to almost murder

"If you think of anything more, here's my personal number." The police officer quickly wrote his digits onto a notepad, ripping the page off and handing it to Lana before she could get into her parked car.

Lana smiled weakly, nodding. "Yeah. Sure, Officer—" her eyebrows stitched together as she read the nameplate on his shirt. She gasped, her eyes widening as she double checked, "Brendan Pearson?"

That couldn't be right. How was he on this case?

The officer inhaled deeply, running his hand through his hair as his lips pressed together grimly. "Shane's my nephew."

Lana bit her bottom lip, looking at the man in a new light—he didn't look old enough to be a twenty-year-olds uncle. At the most he looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties himself.

She tilted her head, a million questions popping up in her mind as she studied the man with a five o'clock shadow and dark bags under his eyes. "You don't seem to be as angry as the other officers." She indicated to the men and women glaring at her from inside the office.

They all wanted to see her severed head on a pike.

"Which is the only way I'm allowed on this case. I want to find the offender—not a scapegoat."

"—And that's all that happened." Lana finished with a huff, her eyes barely on the memorized road as she held the phone to her ear; driving at an alarming speed and barely avoiding other cars.

She was feeling an itch to get out of town, but as the first suspect and possible witness, she was advised to stay close.

It only made her want to leave more.

"Shit." The voice on the other end of the line laughed in disbelief, "Did you do it?" She asked, her voice intrigued. "I'd believe it, you crazy bitch."

"Fuck you, Casey. I'm going to be at your house in five." Lana replied with a bored tone in her voice.

Casey was always looking for the latest gossip—like a bored house wife she was the queen at it. The news would be everywhere by that night.

"Alright, Slasher." Casey sang amusedly, "Leave your knives at the door before you come in—you know how Jessica hates all things to do with violence."

Lana laughed humourlessly, rolling her eyes heavenward. "Bitch, like I'd waste my talents slashing up your nasty ass. I'll see you soon, ho. Unlock the gates and pour me some bubbly." With the last word in, she pressed the red button hanging up on the scoffing girl.

She slowed the shiny red car down as she reached the neighbourhood, every building twenty times the size of any reasonable sized house. Her lips quirked up in a smirk as she shook her head, the mansions inevitably made out of deception and pretty pictures.

Two of her favourite things incidentally.

She pulled into a grey stone driveway, stopping at a grand black fence keeping out all intruders with sharp points at the top. The gates opened slowly as she gave an annoyed honk, revving the engine impatiently.

The vehicle rolled slowly down the long driveway, rounding an excessive fountain in front of the old mansion. Getting out of the car, she threw the keys to the person working the valet, walking straight up the stairs to reach the door.

"Good afternoon, Ms Cavanaugh. Ms Anderson is in the living room." the butler greeted as he opened the large oak door for her.

"Hey, Eddy. Bitch doesn't even come greet me." Lana hummed with the click of her tongue, pulling her fingers through her knotted hair.

The ruthless wind always left her wavy hair a mess.

"Did you call Ivy?" Casey asked from the lounger, barely lifting her perfect blonde head of hair as she sipped on the orange bubbly, reading a gossip magazine.

Lana kicked her dirty white sneakers off, tucking Eric's shirt into the ripped jean shorts for the millionth time since that morning. "She's busy." She called over her shoulder, walking through the foyer barefoot to the large beautiful kitchen, greeting the chefs informally.

"I'm texting her to get her slut ass over here." Casey answered mercilessly, "Jessica left you those heels you wanted to borrow on the stairs."

"God, I love your mom." Lana smiled, grabbing a frosted flute glass and filling it half way with juice. "Did you tell her about the attempted murder thing? She's going to forbid you being friends with me."

"Probably," Casey shrugged without a care as Lana found her way back to her cruel friend. "Ivy ignored the message." She frowned, taking another drink from the glass and pouring more champagne into it.

"Told you." Lana raised a brow at the brown eyed girl before grabbing the bottle from the ice bucket and topping her glass off.

Casey readjusted herself on the couch, showing Lana a naughty smile on her pink stained lips, "Cheers bitch. To your first almost murder charge—and surely not the last."

Lana laughed with the flick of her hair, biting her red lip excitedly, "I'll drink to that."

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"Here's the thing," Lana giggled, her voice slurring as she kicked her feet against the side of the hot tub. "I left him there." She hissed, trying to be discreet about it. "I left him there to just... to just die. So I must be a really horrible person." She shrugged before giggling again.

Casey held up the bottle high as she sat inside the hot whirlpool, "Cheers to that!" She laughed, taking a big swig directly from the almost empty champagne nozzle. "Don't mess with Lana the Rager!"

Lana swatted her friend, grabbing the bottle from her, almost falling face first into the tub. "I'll slash you to itty bitty bits." She took a drink, handing it back to the blonde.

Everything was spinning as Lana fell back against the stone work, her feet dangling in the bubbling water. The stars twinkled with secrets as she reached out a hand, trying to touch the heavens.

"Hi, mom." She mumbled, the bright lights of the stars swirling in her dizzying vision. "Is it all my fault that Biceps was hurt?" With a hum she closed her eyes. "I wonder what happened."

She tried to go back in her memories—see if anything stood out to her as odd. While it was a little hazy, nothing about it screamed weird. She left him without a single scratch. So what happened when she left? Was she being framed?

She shook her busy head, feeling the drowsiness hit her as Casey laid down beside her.

"Ms Anderson—" a third voice spoke up, making Casey mumble something indistinguishable, snuggling up to Lana's arm. "Should we help you and Ms Cavanaugh up to your room?"

They both waved the worker off, giggling as their hands hit each other's.

Lana's mind wandered back to Shane. With a large exhale, she decided her next actions. She would find out what happened and she would clear her name.

She'd find the killer

...or almost killer. But 'almost killer' didn't sound as cool. She laughed quietly to herself, turning into Casey's warmth.

She'd solve the entire case.

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