Killer

Sienna | 10 years ago ,-3

“Diamond is exactly 12 months younger than you,” She says in awe.

“I haven’t seen her this week, is she alright?” I keep my voice low and casual but hoping I get a genuine answer.

“She’s fine. Michael and her are working on a study. She’s agreed to take the Professorship at WU next year. I’m grounded until doomsday,” Kylie answers and relief washes over me that her best friend is fine.

“That’s a slap on the wrist compared to jail time. You lucky he didn’t press charges.” Kevin is right. Kylie could have found herself in juvie.

“I’m rich, luck has nothing to do with it. Papa is coughing out 10 mill to keep Dexter in check,” Kylie says but her words say she doesn’t believe them.

“Do you really think Marcus needs to cough out anything?” Kevin’s question makes my suspicions about Kylies’ feelings for Dexter run deeper.

“He already did. But no, I think Dexter would rather lose his leg and hate me than send me to Juvie.”

“It is sad you couldn’t take your pride and leave, and had to knock the guy, because he pissed you off. I stopped over at the hospital to see how’s he doing. His football career is over,” Kevin says, and his words come out blunt and harsh. And I flinch as Kylie sucks in a breath.

“Well, he was going to work for the Delroys anyway, not like he was going to go pro,” She snipes and I know she is feeling like s**t.

“Now we’ll never know. You should have called me,” Kevin tells her.

“Should have, but didn’t. No use talking about the past. Let’s just enjoy the sunrise.” Her words mute Kevin and I as we lie under the star filled night. We watch the sunrise without a word. All lost in our minds.

By the time we get back home it’s closing on 6 o’clock.

“Sienna, can I talk to you?” Diamond asks, standing in the middle of the foyer. I don’t look at Kylie’s quizzical look, or Kevin’s keen eyes.

“Sure.”

I walk closer toward her, my jacket half off, my mind rambling with reasons as to why she’d want to talk me.

“What’s up?” I ask, tugging off the rest of my jacket.

“You’ve been acting strange around me recently, is everything alright?” Well, that is a loaded question. The thing is, everything would never be alright because she didn’t know who I was. Sometimes I wish I could tell her, but with 3 surgical procedures done to my face and hair, she’d never believe me.

So I smile and shrug, “All is good, I’m a bit tense with mid-term coming up.”

Her blue eyes stare directly into my brown ones. My once black hair, now golden blonde, doesn’t even give me a way. Sometimes I wonder if I ever told her, would she believe me? Was she already too far gone?

“Okay, I have to get home. My dad is cooking his famous shepherd’s pie.”

“Cool, bye.”

She doesn’t smile as she walks away and I stand there, with my jacket dangling on the ground, and my jaw locked tight. Kevin walks in after Diamond leaves, and he gives me an expression I know all too well.

I march past him, and he grabs my arm. I glare at him, as he tightens his hold around my flesh and bone, “Whatever you thinking about doing, don’t.” His warning is clear.

Pulling my arm out of his reach, I head upstairs, straight to my room, slamming the door closed.

This is my hell, this is the price I pay everyday just to be closer to her. But my time is ticking, I’m 16 soon and before I go, she needs to know. Diamond needs to know I am alive.

Even if it means risking my life. What about hers, a voice whispers?

"Sin, get your behind downstairs," Kylie shouts as I grab my other boot from under the bed. I cringe when I see the amount of clothes nesting by my headboards legs and the middle of the floor.

I have never been the neatest and although I had my cleaning moments, it never lasted long enough to make it permanent.

Uncle Marcus made it clear. When we turned 13, we were all to clean our own rooms. Uncle Marcus said it would teacher us to have the willpower to finish what we started. The only thing I learned was to make sure I could afford a cleaning service.

The house staff only cleaned our rooms once every 2 months and that clean sparkling feeling only lasted for a day, if not hours.

I tie my shoelace of my boots as Kylie yells again.

"Keep your panties outa your ass, jeez like it," I screech and Kylie laughs so loud I can hear it from my bedroom.

Finally, I get downstairs and head to the back of the house where she is waiting with a big naughty grin. She recently cut her hair to the shoulders, but she still makes it look good. I wished she'd grow out her hair for a change.

"Are you ready for your present? I ain't waiting for the party. You look good though."

I looked great, my blonde hair was curled into waves down my back, and my black dress was a tidbit daring with the 6 fingers above my knee but loose enough that uncle Marcus wouldn't throw me into an early casket.

The ankle boot was my birthday present from my friend, Xander. I met Xander 3-years-ago. He was a new boy at the time and absolutely gorgeous. He was also partially Italian, although he didn't talk much about his upbringing besides his obsession with fast cars, which he got from his dad. He was one of the select few I didn’t scare away.

"Yes, show me," I say as she beams, literally grabbing my hand and pulling me. I almost tumble on my own two feet.

"Diamond, we coming through."

We head to the west wing where the entrance to the pool is and the library, plus my uncle’s gun museum.

"Momma said Xander was coming tonight, you can finally have that first kiss," Kylie says as we worm our way through our home.

"Xander? Yeah, that will not happen since his altercation with Aliyana in Washington."

Xander and I were close, as close as one would be if they had a big secret they weren't allowed to share, but close.

However, last week Kylie and I went to Washington to sort out her new place at WU, and we attended a party on the Campus. We also invited Kylie's new friend, Aliyana Capello.

The girl was cool, and I liked her friend Lorenzo. The sister, Elisa, however just rubbed me the wrong way. There was definitely something not right, I would know. I have lived a lie most of my life. I even convinced myself it was all true.

But when we got to the party, Xander showed up, and he wasn't all smiles and delights, he was serious and looking for Aliyana. The entire altercation didn't turn out well, since they both were Mafia kids on different sides.

Kylie and I mostly stayed out of it, but when all the parties involved had their say, we told Xander and the others to f**k off. Not my best moment, also not my smartest since Xander was actually the innocent one which I later found out. And yes, I believed him.

But innocent or not, I was not getting involved with any Mafia children. No way in hell.

"Sin, you need to let bygones be bygones. We just saw him at the wrong time, and as he said, he is innocent. And to be quite frank, I believe him."

"I believe him too, but I don't like him that way."

"Do you like Diamond? It's okay if you role that way, I totally understand." She pulls me faster after delivering those words, and my heart rate spikes with unease.

"No, I like boys, just not Xander. He isn't my type."

"Xander is everyone’s type. What? Are you f*****g blind? The guy reeks of s*x appeal."

"Then you kiss him," I snap.

"Maybe I will do more than kiss him."

"Hurry you two, the suspense is killing me," Diamond screams and I can hear she is outside by the pool.

We get to the back of the house and slide open the pool doors. The raven glass magnetic doors hide most of the pool area. My uncle always said a see through glass door showed clutter and he never did well with clutter.

I step outside onto the patio and glance around as Kylie leaves my hand and walks over to Diamond. I stare at both of them and my heart tugs seeing Kylie with her dark hair and Diamond with her golden locks. Would we have looked similar? Would I have stood next to her holding her shoulders like Kylie is?

I have to tell her. The both of them beam at me, and I paste a smile on my face, waiting for the big reveal.

"Well, we thought since it was your birthday and all, and you were looking down this morning we'll cheer you up."

"Where is it?" I ask.

They both look at each other and even though I couldn't say it, I am jealous. I would never have that.

Diamond holds something in her hand and walks over to me. She looks stunning with her mid-length royal blue dress on and green and royal blue shoes.

"There you go." She opens her hand and in it is a key.

"You didn't." I look up at Kylie and see her smile go from small to huge.

"I so did. Papa said it was the best idea. He said a car would come in handy when you attend WU."

"Kylie, I don't know what to say." Diamond pulls my hand and when I reach Kylie, I hug her as a tear falls down my cheek. How the f**k did I get so damn lucky?

"Say nothing, let’s take it for a spin."

"Alright, don't you wanna change for the party first?"

"No, I’m perfectly fine with what I am wearing."

I wish I knew before I jumped in the car, how my birthday would turn out. Maybe things would have been different and the last 10 years would have never happened. I know it is said that to regret your past is to deny yourself peace of mind. But regret is the only thing I can do, because saying sorry for the choice I made, well, that would not happen.