He sits in die corner with a whiskey in his hand. Damn I hate these kind of people. I walk over and take a seat next to him. He flashes me a smile and gets up. As the sweet innocent girl I am, I follow him. I stare at him as we walk into a ally.
"what are you smiling about baby "? He asked while he stares in my blue eyes. With a smile on my face, I pull out a gun. One, two, three... Drop. I see his lifeless body laying in front of me. I put the gun away and laughed... What was I smiling about? The paycheck waiting in my mail.
The walk home was long and wet. I hate the rain. As I walk through our apartment door I see Zack lying on the couch with a ghost pale face.
"what happened "? I see him trying to sit up but fails. I run into the kitchen to get a wet cloth... Kneeling down next to him I place the cloth on his forehead. " please baby boy, don't go and get sick on me now ". I say in a funny tone to lighten the mood. He groans as I have him his pills with some water. As I sat there watching him sleep, I know that I loved this boy like my brother. I gave him a peck on the cheek and went to my room. As I stare into the mirror my mind begins to wonder... Yes, everybody says I'm pretty with my jet black hair and piercing blue eyes... But, what does that help me? I can't fall in love, not with the kind of work I do... With a sigh, I retreat to my bed for a goodnight sleep.
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My Black Rose
General FictionAJ Smith isn't your average girl... She has a job to do... A job that might be the end of her. What happens when her heart interferes with her job.
