Just The Begining. I need HELP.

“But Hannah.  People are starting to wonder-,” Said girl cut me off in mid-sentence as she whirled around to face me. Her long thick brown hair was pulled tightly away from her face, the ponytail spilling down past her shoulders. It made her face, which was already a scowl, look even more demonic.1

“Shut up Queenie.” With that, she walked into the room she shared with her boyfriend and slammed the door, all the glass in the windowpanes rattling in fear. Hannah was very intimidating, even though she was tiny. Her small frame and wiry limbs weren’t very frightening, but the look she got in her eyes when you got on her bad side was. And her temper. Hannah was the most vengeful person I’d ever met. Cross her once and she’d make sure you didn’t do it again. Ever.2

I sighed and began to nibble on my thumbnail in nervousness. I didn’t want to make Hannah mad; I was just trying to point out something to her. I didn’t want any of us in trouble for something she’d done. Moreover, it was sure fire bet we’d all be blamed for the actions of that girl. I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d been standing in the middle of the living room, still as a statue, mulling over my thoughts, when the front door swung open, hitting the opposite wall with a ‘bang’.3

“Hey Queenie! Where’s Hannah?”4

It was my turn to scowl at Stephen, Hannah’s boyfriend. He’d just returned home from his job as a night watchman for a garage downtown. His shift ended at eight in the morning and the restaurant Hannah and I were employed at required us to be there at nine thirty. I had yet to change into my uniform and was going to blame our inevitable tardiness on Hannah.5

“Sometimes I think our names should’ve been switched at birth. I swear your woman thinks she owns the world. You know the cops came sniffing ‘round here last night after you left for work. Hannah was already asleep, I didn’t bother waking her. They were asking questions about Faelynn. If we had seen her or anything.”6

Stephen’s face paled immediately. “Did you say Faelynn?”7

And as I nodded, he crumbled. He began to quickly run his fingers roughly through his shaggy brown hair. As he paced the living room back and forth, he demanded I go get Hannah. “We are going to sit down and figure this out, the three of us. We’ve been roommates, for what, four years. We’ve got to figure something out…”8

I rolled my eyes and fetched Hannah for her lover boy. As soon as we were all perched on the sofa and loveseat in the living room, Stephen pounced. “Hannah did you know the police were looking for Faelynn?”9

She innocently shook her head, green eyes wide with the obvious lie. “No hunny. I had no clue. Why ever would I know that?”10

“Because apparently, several cops came by here after I left for work last night. And they were questioning Queenie. Why would they have any reason to do that?” You could he was getting agitated with his girlfriend. She was notorious for running her mouth about things she’d done or hoped to do.11

“I have no idea why-” She began; the same feigned innocence scribbled all over her face.12

“SHUT UP! I know you have to have been running your fat trap to someone at that god-forsaken diner! So who in God’s name did you tell Hannah? WHO?” Stephen was now shaking furiously, his face red, hands clenched into fists. Hannah shrank away from him, curling up into the corner of the loveseat and looked at me for help. When I offered nothing but a harsh look, she immediately turned on me.13

“What about Queenie? She works there too! How come you aren’t trying to pin this on her?”14

“Hannah Faith…we all know the answer to that question.” 15

And in the stark reality that had set into the room, we did know the answer. It all came back to me as if it had happened yesterday. We were having a get together at our small abode one Saturday evening. Faelynn, the girl in question, had of course attended. I was talking with her in the kitchen when the whole ordeal exploded. Everyone had left except Faelynn. Stephen and Hannah were in the living room watching a movie. I could tell Faelynn wanted to tell me something, as she looked quite agitated and kept glancing around worriedly. 16

“Queenie…can I tell you something?” Faelynn was quite adorable, with her short sleek red hair, gorgeous green eyes, and slender frame. Her overly ample chest was accentuated with a barely there black tube top. Her pale legs extended from a short denim mini and strappy black heels adorned her tiny feet. 17

“Sure. Shoot.” 18

“Well…Stephen is going to leave Hannah.” She bit her lip in nervous happiness.19

“What?” As soon as I she spoke those words, everything fell together. Stephen and Faelynn’s classic, yet subtle flirting the past few weeks, and the way they would look at each other across the room, longing, yet forbidden. Stephen had been cheating on Hannah with Faelynn.20

“I know it’s off beam, but Hannah is just so wrong for Stephen… I didn’t mean for everything to fall into place like this, but it did. I guess the real reason why I told you is that he’s going to ask her to move out. He wants me to live with you guys. And I’m so excited!” Faelynn set her beer bottle down on the counter and moved to embrace me. I gently hugged her back, still confused by everything she’d said. How could Stephen ask Hannah to move out? He hadn’t talked to me about any of this.21

We were still hugging when two harsh words rang out through the kitchen.22

“You bitch.”23

Faelynn turned away from me, one of her arms still laying on mine. There stood Hannah, scissors in one hand and a remote control in the other. 24

“Hannah Faith. You heard.” Faelynn sounded oddly serene and calm. She knew of Hannah’s temper, but approached it as if it was nothing.25

“Every word you conniving whore. You…uhhh” Hannah practically flew across the room at Faelynn, who grasped my arm harshly. When the two girls collided, I was pulled down with them. The tussle that followed was incredibly rough and confusing. I could hear Hannah screaming torrents of insults and Faelynn howling in pain. I finally pulled myself away from the two wrestling girls at about the same time Hannah did. I lay there on the floor, on my stomach, staring at the blank eyes of Faelynn.26

“Hannah, what did you do?” My voice came out so grave, Hannah turned to stare at the motionless girl on the floor. Faelynn lay there, on her side, her hands drawn to the center of her stomach. The pair of scissors stuck in her middle, blood staining her denim skirt and the tile floor beneath her.27

“Oh God…Hannah…I think she’s dead.” I crawled towards our unmoving friend, gently brushing a lock of red hair away from her vacant face. 28

“Serves the bitch right.” Hannah stood uncaringly and marched back into the living room. She returned with Stephen and cast a gaze down to the dead girl as if to say ‘See, look what you made me do.’ Stephens’s low wail filled the kitchen immediately. He fell to his knees, and began to roughly shake Faelynn.29

“Wake up, please wake up.” He began sobbing and turned back to Hannah. “You did this! How could you do this?”