Struggles with the kill

Chapter 3

After that weird moment with Cam, we went back to normal and I was so glad he came to our school instead of going to Black Rivers High. He was the kind of dude to make you laugh even if you didn’t want to laugh. And I loved that.

At the moment me and Cam are watching horror movies together. We collected a lot of blankets and pillows and filled the whole floor up with them. I went to the kitchen to get us a drink when my phone buzzed.

From: Unknown

I need you to do a job. Tomorrow behind the mall for details, 10AM sharp. Be there.

I didn’t know who the text was from but I already hated the fact that I had to get up early on a Saturday morning. I sighed and bit my lip. "BOO!" I turned around and pulled my gun. I pointed it at the person standing in front of me. Cameron... Shit. His eyes wide open and his hands up in surrender. Dear lord, how do I save my ass out of this one? 

"I-is that... a... a gun?" He asked, his voice shaking. I started laughing, I hope it didn't sound like an act. "What? This? A gun? It's a fake." I laughed. 

"Why do you keep a fake gun?" He asked, not totally convinced. "Well, I don't feel really safe and if I have this with me, people will back off. You know?" I gave him a warm smile and he seemed to buy it. 

"Well as long as you won't kill me." He joked. We both laughed and got back to the movie. 

My eyes were really tired as I tried to open them. The sunlight made its way into the living room, where I found myself snuggled up to Cameron's chest. I looked at the clock that was hanging above the TV. Shit. 10 Am. It's 10am! I had an appointment, like, RIGHT NOW! 

I jumped up, changed in to my work outfit and did the makeup as fast as I could. Dark, darker, me. I hopped on my bike and raced to the mall, I knew what alley this person was talking about. I come here very often to discuss jobs, but never in the morning. I got my gun loaded because I was expecting something to happen.

I saw some-one stand right next to the container that smells like rotten fish. I walked up to the person and he looked up from his phone and looked me in the eye. The guy was about my age, with dark hair but very bright blue eyes. The beanie on his head covered up his morning hair and made him actually look cute. If I didn't have to do a job for him, I'd consider flirting.

He then looked at his watch and said: "You are late." I answered him right back. "But also the best in what I do." He laughed hard, to hard. "Could you turn it down a bit? Some-one might hear us."

"Right, my name is Greenwoods, Jacob Greenwoods." He held out his hand for me to shake it. Normally people never introduce themselves to me. I frowned but shook his hand anyway, I don't want to make my client feel upset, now do I?

"So... The job?" I asked when I noticed he was just staring at me. I guess I interrupted him because he jumped a little. “Oh yeah... Right. I need you to get rid of this person.” He gave me a file with the name Derek Collin on it. I've heard the name before but I don't know where.

I opened the door as quiet as I could, thinking Mr. Serano was still sleeping. I rushed to my room and re-did my makeup and got out of the bathroom to get the clothes I forger to take. I quickly rushed to my walk in closet and got a pair of high-waisted shorts and a tank top. 

I opened the door to the bathroom. "Where have you been?" I heard Cameron’s voice behind me. Still in my black outfit, I turned around, facing him. Knowing he would ask something about my clothing I tried to think of something believable. "Just went for a walk." 

"In that outfit?" He asked. "Yes, in this outfit. I don't like talking to people I don't want to see, especially not in the morning." I laughed it off. He still seemed confused but didn't ask any further. Praise the lord.

"You never told me why you don't feel safe in your own house, with your own parents and sister." It was already 3pm and me and Cameron were now in my room, where we have talked for already about four hours now.

The words hurt so badly. With your own parents. I looked away when he was trying to make eye-contact. I sighed. "Well..." I swallowed, sighed and looked down. When my eyes met his again I felt tears forming in my eyes. Oh god, why am I doing this? "Two years ago, when I was seventeen and Daisy only one year old," I started.

"My parents were very rich and wealthy business people, my dad even owned a couple of factories. One day, the both of them had an important meeting at the Lakeshore Hotel in LA. They told me to take care of my sister, because they wouldn't be home before midnight.

I remember it so well, it was a beautiful day. I was in the garden, laying by the pool after I placed Daisy in her crib. My headphones were blasting my favorite song and I had a very good book in my hands. I loved life at the moment. 

Until I received a call. "Hello? This is Rosalie Stephens speaking." The number was unknown to my phone so I tried to make my best business voice." His eyes made contact with mine for less than a second and then I focused on my hair, braiding it, undoing it, braiding it again. All the way.

"I immediately heard something was wrong. "Rosalie Stephens, your parents are Daniel and Maria Stephens right?" The man asked. "Yes, but may I know who you are, sir?" I heard whispering in the background. "I am Chief Benson. Your parents were in a skyscraper when the earthqake took place, your father died immediately and your mom is in critical situation." He told me what hospital my mom was in and I immediately got there. 

I just drove my father’s car that was standing at our driveway. I didn't have my license yet, but I couldn't care less at that moment. I reached the hospital and found the room my mom was in. 

It all went by in slow motion, my mom was laying in the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, tears in my eyes. I sat down next to her. "Miss, could you please leave, there is no visitor hour at this moment." A nurse said. "I don't care! I am her daughter!" I yelled. The nurse backed off like nothing happened.

"Rosalie, my beautiful girl, please, take care of my beautiful Daisy. Take care of your house." I couldn't believe she said that. She just said to me she would die." Tears were now streaming down my face. We were both sitting on my bed, she sat crisscross, her face buried in her hands.

"I looked down at her, not able to see anything because of the tears in my eyes. "Your dad has already left and I know I am not going to make it either. So take care of yourself, and of your little sister. Everything we own will be yours. We've made our will a couple of months ago and even the factories will be yours, but that will happen in 4 years. When you are twenty-one.

Stay the way you are, humble. I will always look over you. Share your memories with us with Daisy. You are a beautiful, sweet, humble, caring women. Stay like that." I cut her off. "How will I be able to? Do you realize I am going to be alone? How do I take care of Daisy?" She smiled. "I am sure you'll find a way. And you will never be alone. We will be watching over you, protecting you."

Her eyes slowly closed and her weak voice spoke for the last time. "Rosalie, my baby girl, I love you with all my heart. I will protect you, I promise. Take care of yourself and Daisy. I love you, forever." The irritating beeping became one, long tone. I shook her hand. "Mom? Mom, please! Don't leave me." I couldn't believe I saw her die.

The month after, I was depressed. I had to plan their funeral. I didn't go to school, and only the head knew why. Then a year later I started to get things together. I bought a fake gun so I would scare some people. I was robbed a few months before I bought it and it made me feel safe."

All of a sudden Cam hugged me. My head resting on his chest and my tears staining his shirt. He gently rubbed my back. "They are always in your heart Rose, I promise." I looked up to me him and smiled, so happy that he understood me. "I know, that is the only way I get through rough days like these."

He smiled at me, then frowned. "Am I the only one who knows this? Because you always seem so happy." Cameron tried to make eye contact but I avoided his gaze. "No, there is this one girl, Layla. She found out somehow." I cursed underneath my breath, thinking about the fact that she actually has something to blackmail me with.