Short Fun Writing Challenge

Prompt #1

She didn’t mean to do it. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Nobody was supposed to get hurt, and nobody was supposed to get arrested. Nobody was supposed to die. It was a simple job, a job she couldn’t finish.

“Jones?” A security guard calls out and Katelyn stands up.

“Mr. Trent will see you now. Right this way.” The guard leads Katelyn down the hallway and to the big, wooden door labeled Trent, 07. The guard knocks on the door twice before peeking his head in and letting Mr. Trent know that Katelyn was here.

“Go.” The guard says, shoving Katelyn in and closes the door behind Katelyn.

“Have a seat Katelyn.” Katelyn sits in the cool, metal chair and leans against the metal headrest. She tried rotating her wrists, but it wouldn’t work. The cuffs kept them locked in place.

He looks at her and asks, “With one word, what is one your mind right now?”

“What are you doing here Katelyn? You can’t cook,” He comments when he catches her in the kitchen. Katelyn freezes.

“You’re home early  Brandon,” She stutters out and Brandon smiles.

“Boss let me leave early. Said there were no new manuscripts to read.” Katelyn forces a smile and keeps her arms locked tightly behind her. She feels for the kitchen sink and tries to slowly, empty the contents in her hands into the sink.

“What’s going on? Everything alright?” Brandon takes a step towards her, but Katelyn cries out in protest.

“Don’t. Just go upstairs, I’ll be there in second. I promise.”

“Katelyn? You’re scaring me? Everything all right?”

“Brandon, just...just go upstairs. I’ll be there, I’m fine. I swear.”

“Guilt. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that,” Katelyn blinks a couple times, trying to erase the memories.

“What was supposed to happen?” Mr. Trent pushes and Katelyn gets angry.

“Not that! It was a simple deal. Just hide them in the brownie tray and deliver it next door!” She shouts. Katelyn tries slamming her fists on the table, but her cuffs won’t allow it.

“Brandon didn’t know about it? Nothing at all?” He prods deeper and Katelyn’s cheeks flame with anger.

“No, not at all. He called the cops as soon as he found out! Of course he didn’t know anything!” Katelyn shouts.

“Katelyn, please calm down. I only want to know what happened. I can’t exactly ask Brandon his view take now can I?” Mr. Trent half-smiles at the ironic twist and leans back in his seat. Katelyn takes a deep breath, closing her eyes.

Katelyn stuffs the little packets into her brownie tray. She keeps glancing over her shoulder to see if Brandon was going to walk in at any moment. The white packets kept disappearing between the brownies and the pile next to her kept decreasing.

“Katelyn? What’s taking so long?” Brandon calls and Katelyn can hear the footsteps as he walks  down the stairs. Katelyn stuffs the packets faster, trying to hide the last seven before Brandon appears.

“Katelyn? What are you doing?” Brandon comes closer and Katelyn works faster.

“My God Katelyn! Is that drugs? What are you doing with drugs?” Brandon gasps when he sees the little packets in Katelyn’s hands.

“Brandon,” Katelyn sighs, her shoulders slumping down, defeated. She looks at him, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry. You weren’t supposed to find out!”