What's she Worth to You?

Over a Hundred

Hey, once again I'd like to include a trigger warning. The memory described in this chapter is somewhat disturbing.

U N K N O W N

"So, do you have a plan or is this just an idea?" I shake my head.

"Oh, trust me, there's a plan. A good one, too." He cocks his head to the side, crossing his muscular arms across his chest.

"Spill." I roll my sleeves up before walking over to one of the many pictures of Naya hanging on the picture wall and pulling it into my hands.

"She's got a past," I start and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"She's the streetwalker, we know that already." I shake a finger at him.

"She was the streetwalker, she doesn't do it anymore." He exhales, looking over to a picture of her sitting at an outside table at a cafe.

"And it a damn shame, she was really extraordinary. We could've used her."

"She quit because she had to, deep down she wishes she hadn't, I'm sure of it, but that's beside the point. Point is, she isn't well." He nods his head, his dark hair swaying slightly.

"I know, I was the one who told you to kill her, remember?" He says in a sarcastic manner.

"I mean mentally." I start and he shoots me a look.

"What are you talking about?" He asks, his voice full of shock and confusion.

"She's damaged, she can't control what she does."

"So all we have to do is catch her off guard," he starts, beginning to understand the plan.

"And then Erin will do the rest of the work for us." He shakes his head, leaning back with his cigarette in hand.

"We'll have to do it. There's no way Erin would ever hurt Naya, they're too close." I grab a picture from the wall depicting Erin and Brooke sitting together on a bench outside the 21st. I walk over and lay the picture on the glass table in front of him.

"Once she sees her hurting Brooke," he pulls the picture into his hands, smiling.
"She'll rip her to shreds."

E R I N

A loud ringing wakes me up, accompanied by a repeated buzzing. I grab my phone off the side table and quickly turn it off, not bothering to check the caller ID.

I turn my head to see Brooke still sleeping like a baby. Which is strange, because usually the slightest sounds will wake her up. I exhale quietly, trying to let her sleep as long as possible.

My thoughts are interrupted by my ringtone again, the sound scaring me, causing my phone to slip through my fingers. It lands just near Brooke's face, causing her to quickly jump awake. She sits upright and looks to me in fear, attempting to catch her breath.

"I'm so sorry, babe, I didn't mean to wake you up," I say quietly, laying a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. I look down at the screen and Mouse reads in bold white letters on the screen. I slide my thumb across the screen, accepting the call and bringing the phone to my ear.