Old Flames 》 A.I

Twenty two

Luke

When Ashton asked me to help him with his 'situation' I was surprised that gave me that responsibility. I mean I'd do anything for him, hes my best friend. I've helped him out before with something like this although it wasnt as fucked up. I didnt kill anyone, I just reconstructed someone's face. But that's a different story for another time. Although I will mention the only reason I did it was because Ashton was incapable of doing it himself but anyways. Now I had to think of how to deal with this Scott guy who recently I found out is Tessa's ex. I dont want to end up in hospital like Ashton. I have to think of another approach and my only connection to him is through Arzaylea. I really didnt want to talk to her but it was the only option. I picked up my phone and sent her a text to which she replied to within minutes.

To:Arzaylea
So me texting you doesn't mean I want you however I do require your help

To:Luke
Didn't think you'd be talking to me but whatever. What do you want

How would I even word this to her? I thought about it for a for moments until I could think of something.

To:Arzaylea
How much do you 'love' that Scott guy?

To:Luke
I dont know why you're asking me this but if I'm being completely honest I dont. Why??

To:Arzaylea
If he was to mysteriously disappear would you care?

To:Luke
Not really why? You planning to kill him?

If that's Ashton wants, I suppose. But do I really want blood on my hands. I did say I would help Ash out, but is this the right way?

To:Arzaylea
I feel like i should answer your question in person. So say 10 minutes, my hotel room.

To:Luke
K be there soon

Shit why did I invite her. Michael is still here. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked over to him. He was scrolling through Twitter. I walked to the fridge and grabbed myself a beer. I'm gonna need some liquid courage if I'm gonna talk to this bitch. And when I say bitch I mean it. Shes hurt me twice now. As if in cue the bitch has arrived. I walked over to the door where I heard the knocking and there she was. I ignored my urge to rip her clothes off and lead her unnoticed into my room.

"So you planning to kill Scott. Because if you are I cant go to jail." She quickly stated.

"Neither can I. Going to jail wont be good for my reputation. But Scott needs to be dealt with."

"You still mad I was fucking him?"

I glared at her. Bitch.

"No I'm mad that you lied to me and used me but that's not the point. The point is hes an evil person who's done evil things."

Arzaylea just rolled her eyes like she didnt care. I should have never asked her for help.

"Arz he raped Tessa just last week, he has constantly abused her since they have been together and he almost killed Ashton. So this bastard deserves to die and if you're not gonna help then leave."

"I know hes fucked up. But killing him Luke that's not right."

"Honestly I don't care. I'm protecting my friends and if get rid of the problem is by killing then I'm open to it." I raised my voice

I think I may have just made my decision about killing Scott. Arzaylea didnt say anything. She looked like she was trying to find the words to speak.

"Just give me your phone." I said.

"Why?" She asked confused

"Just do it." I ordered

She gave me her phone and I went to her messages app and clicked on Scott's name.

To:Scott
Dinner tonight. My hotel room. 6pm. Dont be late.

He replied within seconds.

To:Arzaylea
Uh okay

I gave her phone back. She looked at me with a puzzled look.

"You have a date tonight." I stated

"Why?"

"So my plan goes into action. And the bastard dies." I spat

"And how is that gonna go?"

"You'll see. Now get out."

She put her hands up and casually walked out. I honestly have no idea what I'm doing. But I hope I dont get caught. I took more gulps of my beer and made my way to the lounge room where Michael was still sitting in the same position.

"What was Arzaylea doing here?" He asked not taking his eyes off his phone.

"She uh.."

Fuck what do I say.

"Who you killing." Mikey said randomly

"W-what?" I stuttered

"I eavesdropped. I was curious to why she was here." He simply stated

I only nodded not knowing what to say and Mikey didnt say another word. Which I'm glad, I honestly didnt want him involved. I didnt even want to be involved but I am. I'm only doing this for Ashton. I just have to be careful.

It was ten to six and I was in Arzaylea's hotel room hiding so I wouldn't be spotted by Scott. Arzaylea knows I'm here but she doesn't know what I'm about to do and frankly niether do I. Arzaylea had dinner ready just has Scott arrived.

"Arzy baby. I was quite surprised you asked me to dinner." He said

"Yeah well I had a change of heart."

I watched them both as they sat down at the table and started to eat. For the next 20 minutes they spoke about Ashton and Tessa. I heard some disturbing things that I wish I didnt hear. Scott was about to move but Arzaylea stopped him by saying she has desert, so now is my chance. Fuck this is nervewracking. I slowly walked behind Scott with a steak knife in my hand, I took a deep breath and went for it.

"This is for Ashton and Tessa" I whispered in his ear

Before he could turn around I slit his throat with the knife. I heard Arzaylea scream as I stood there wide eyed at what had done.

"Y-you f-fucking...asshole." Scott tried to get words out.

He lunged at me holding his throat and I held the knife in front of me. Arzaylea was screaming even louder, it took me a second to realize what I just did. The knife had gone through his throat and he was now lying on the floor with blood surrounding him. My breathing hitched. I looked down at my hand. Blood. My shirt. Blood. I looked up at Arzaylea, she looked horrified. Tears streaming down her face. I couldn't stay here anymore. Without thinking I ran out of her hotel room and down the hallway to mine. I was breathing heavily. I just killed a man in front of my ex and for what, so my best friend can stop worrying about all the shit Tessa has to deal with. I made it back to my room without being seen. I quickly stripped off and jumped into the shower. I washed all the blood off my hands. I don't know why but I slid down the walls of the shower and cried. I cried hard. I murder a man in cold blood. I fucking murder a man. Is this going to effect my career?