5 (Hartlynn)

After her hushed drunken confession I couldn’t stand to be around Sandra, I wanted so bad to call Davon and tell him that the murderer of one of his possible enemies was living across the hall from me, but I could bring myself to do it.

The next four days I work shift after shift and spend most of my free time between classes and work hidden away in the library ready random books and skipping ahead in my classes syllabus.

Walking through the front door after class on Friday evening I couldn’t avoid Sandra or our, more like her friends any longer.

“Where the hell have you been girly I’ve missed you the last few days” Sandra says pulling me over to the couch and pulls me down next to her.

“I’ve just been supper busy with classes and work”

“Okay well this weekend is going to be about having fun and not about work or school k” the look of confusion must have read clear as day on my face because she huffs and rolls her eyes.

“This weekend I’m taking all of you out to the city for a weekend of drunken sex with strangers and relaxation” Hannah overly excitedly claps her hands and Gordon winks my way.

“I have to work the dinner shift tomorrow so I’ll uh just catch you their”  I don’t want to go but I know I can’t keep bailing on Sandra because eventually she will catch on and as much as I somewhat hate life I really want to live. “Send me the information and I’ll be there I promise” I give her a tight side hug and lay my head on her shoulder like I used to always do.

As predicted Sandra, Hannah and Gordon leave before noon leaving me to settle my thoughts.

Maybe in thinking to far into the situation between Sandra and her brother maybe she blames herself or maybe they blame her for what happened to that Jazmin girl because she was with her.

Sandra said ‘If you would have loved me like I loved you then you would still be alive’ so maybe someone killed that girl and blamed Sandra.

“For fucks sake get a god damn grip Lane” I tell myself suddenly hating my middle name and the fact that it’s become the name used by everyone around me.

My mother’s name was Lane Nicole Hart she died giving birth to me and my father never let me forget it. When  got older my father would tell me that I was named after her as a reminder that it was my fault she was dead, he would always tell me I killed her.

I know that the circumstances between myself and Sandra are on completely different sides of the spectrum but who am I to judge.

I pack a small bag and get in my car with the directions to the Hotel synced to the GPS and set out for a weekend of getting back to building the friendship I was single-handedly destroying.

There was an accidento. The interstate and it took over three hour to clear it enough for the police to let people through, by the time I get to the hotel and check it it’s a little after midnight and to late to head out to the club so I curl up on the on the huge king size bed and somehow end up falling asleep.

I hear voices and what sound the shouting coming from the living room area of the penthouse and turn over to check the time on my phone.

Getting up off the bed I rub my eyes and start walking to the bathroom door opening it to hear more voices. 

The sound of a man’s voice over powers Sandra’s as he yells, then a grunt and small scream come from Sandra and I quickly jog down the hall halting in my spot with a scream of my own when the ringing echo of the gun in the man’s hand goes off sending a single bullet through Sandra’s head.

Quickly I try to cover my mouth but it’s to late the man’s eyes are locked with mine making me back step and turn to run back into the bedroom.

“Where do you think you’re going darlin” says a man from behind as he takes a handful of my hair in his hand and started dragging me back down the hall.

I start to kick and scream to try and get away but this man is much stronger then me, I’m suddenly tossed onto the floor coming face to face with the dead eyes of my best friend.

“What’s your name” asks the man that dragged me in here.

“Fuck you” I spit and try to get up and away from Sandra’s body.

“Shall we” the man says grabbing my ankle and pulls me closer to him as he unbuckles his belt, pulling my free foot back I kick the man in the stomach as hard as I can and start to crawl away and up on to my hands and knees.

“Fucking cunt” he yells and grabs me again smashing my head into the edge of the coffee table.

“That’s enough Pablo” the man that shot Sandra says and comes to squat down in front of me. Piercing blue eyes look into mine as if searching them for something then he looks behind me and  nods.

“Clean this shit up and have her read to leave in ten” wait what he’s going to let me go, but why I ju- my thought are cut short when I’m picked up and tossed over someone’s shoulder.

“Let me fucking GOOOO” I scream and start to kick my legs and ouch the man that’s carrying mes back “I have powerful friends too you assholes they will come looking for me” I threaten trying to get out of this situation.

The man who killed Sandra and is apparently the boss comes over and wraps his hand around a handful of my hair and pulls my face only inches away from his and says “Well see about that Little Dove” then I feel a pinch and a few seconds later it all goes dark.