We didn't make it one block before Ana puked all over the back seat of the car. Emily drove to the gas station so we could try and clean it up. After a few minutes Ana sat up and stared laughing. She laughed for what seemed like forever. When she finally stopped laughing I asked what was so funny.

She was clearly still drunk but she was at least understandable.

"You!" She continued laughing and I wasn't sure what I did that was so funny.

"Your pathetic Allie. Your cleaning my puke out of the car of the girl that fucked your mannnn"

Ana had never acted like this before. Not with me anyway.

"She's drunk just ignore her Allie" Emily said from behind me.

I finished cleaning out the car and Emily hung an air freshener. The entire time Anabell was in the back seat talking shit. Like I wasn't right here. I walked around and got in the driver's seat and Emily didnt even ask me why. She just got in and sat there content. I was just so angry that I couldn't even think straight. I had taken so much torment from my mother that I wasn't about to let her talk to me this way. No one would ever treat me like that again. I drove straight to the pits and before Emily could stop me I was holding Ana under the water. She was fighting me but she was so weak from the alcohol that it was an unfair advantage. I held her under the water until she stopped thrashing around. I let go of her body and she fell into the water.

Emily was shaking backing away from me. Like she was about to run. I was already soaked and covered in mud. I stood up and walked to Emily.

"Emily, I didn't mean to hurt her. She just wouldn't shut up. You heard her saying all those things to me. Just like she did to you before."

She still wasn't speaking only shaking. She was the only person who had ever seen me freak out. I had this feeling since my mother beat me. I knew I wouldn't ever allow myself to be the victim again. I had always known I was different than everyone else. I didn't feel things like everyone else. I didn't love anyone. I didn't feel anything. I had enjoyed Anas company more than most other people. I was a high school girl and I needed a friend or I would have been a freak. It's very easy to create an image of yourself that appears normal to the world.

It took one hour for me to convince Emily not to say a word. It wasn't threats that kept her quite. She wasn't afraid to die. Odd girl. She was however afraid of jail. She was afraid of small spaces and being locked inside a room. It was her worst nightmare. So I played on that and eventually she gave up. It wasn't all that hard to make Ana disappear she was small, so one huge rock on the bank of the pits was all I needed. I knew in the back of my head that I had made a mistake.

Emily. She would be known as my one mistake. She was weak. She couldn't hold herself together. She never left for college and she spent most of her life inside her house alone, the irony.

I left partly because of Emily. Partly because now that I had given in to all the monsters I knew there was no going back. When I met Dustin I could see the same kind of pain in his eyes that I'm sure he saw in mine. It didn't take long for us both to understand what we both were. So after a year in Hawaii, I had misjudged the amount of strength it would take to dispose of a man who put his hands on my ass one to many times. When I realized there was no way I could manage on my own, I called Dustin.

He was there in less than five minutes and had an entire crew that handles clean up for these types of things. Dustin had reveled that his father had specialized in crime scene clean up, and he had leaned a few things over the years. His father retired years ago, but when he did he came to work for his son. He knew of his indiscretions and wanted to protect him the only way he could. Cleaning up his messes so to speak. From there we became a team. Two people who both had seemingly normal lives, but underneath had a taste for blood.

When I received the letter from Emily I knew I had to go back. She was the one mistake I hadn't been able to fix. I didn't want to hurt her. I really didn't. She was never going to give up though. She wanted to confess and she thought that she could get out of going to jail of she was just completely honest about the entire night. I couldn't let her do that. So when she drove me to the pits that day I already knew what I needed to do. She was stronger than Ana and she fought back. I grabbed a rock and hit her in the head before holding her under the water. It was like history repeating from there. I settled for a smaller rock that I could push over the edge alone and that was the end. I threw the rock I had used to hit her with into the same water. I then drove her car across the state line and parked it. I caught a bus to the bar and shoved her phone between the seats in the bus.

The first plan was to get Jordan away from here and dispose of him. Then we would vanish. Learning that he had been stalking me only paved the way for me to be able to pin all of it on him. Crazy ex turned stalker is pretty easy to spin to murder and suicide. I went to the police after I had beaten myself I told them I tried to get away from Jordan. They searched his home to find thousands of pictures of me. I couldn't have predicted how perfectly it would come together.

I felt Dustin's hands on my shoulders.
"What are you thinking about princess?"

I looked up at him. "In the end Jordan did save me."