I know this hasn't been updated in years and there is probably no one left reading this, but I just didn't want to leave it unfinished.

Title: The Monsters Under Our Bed

Chapter 4

He pushed down on the door handle, not surprised to find it locked. He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out the small lock-picking device. The door unlocked within seconds and he stepped into the darkened living room. Although he'd never been in this house before, thanks to his accomplice's detailed descriptions he knew exactly were he was going. His eyes were already accustomed to the dark and he quickly walked through the dark, up the stairwell and right towards the room that was his destination.

The doorknob felt cool as he rested his hand on it and to his surprise it turned easily. He laughed silently, never having understood people who were lulled into a sense of false security by a locked front door. The door opened quietly and he stepped inside, shutting it behind him with a soft click.

Blake looked around the room. The moonlight was coming through the window, softly illuminating the room and he looked at the bed, his eyebrows drawn together. Stepping closer to it, he looked down at the two figures lying entangled under the sheets. Blake grimaced as he stared at Greenlee's naked body and leaned down until his face was only a few inches away from hers.

He had a perfect shot at revenge right then and she wasn't even suspecting anything. It would be so easy to kill her now, slit her throat or suffocate her in her sleep and she'd never even know. But he had an agenda and he sure as hell wanted her to know why she was going to die. He stared at Greenlee's face, the peaceful, calm look on her face, the way her eyelids fluttered as she dreamt and he hated her even more for being able to sleep without nightmares.

Reaching out he lightly touched his fingers to the scar on her face, rejoicing at the fact that she no longer was perfect like she'd always wanted. Hearing a deep sigh he looked up, slightly panicked and had to suppress a gasp as the other person in the bed turned over, throwing an arm over Greenlee's waist.

"Bianca," he whispered, too shocked to contain himself. Although his accomplice had informed him that Greenlee was involved with another girl, never had he thought it could be Bianca. Blake wanted to scream and break things, no he wanted to break Greenlee, but he calmed himself down.

Greenlee had taken everything from him. His brother, his looks, his sanity and now Bianca. Blake was too irrational to realize that Bianca had never really showed interest in him; all that mattered to him was that he had liked her and now Greenlee had taken her away from him. Narrowing his eyes he suppressed the urge to choke her to death at that very moment and instead stood up.

Throwing a disgusted glance at the two girls on the bed, Blake reached into his coat pocket and drew out an envelope. He looked at it, making sure Greenlee's name was on the front of it and then laid it down on the pillow next to her head. Looking at Greenlee and Bianca one last time he turned and walked out of the room, now wanting revenge more than ever.

* * *

Greenlee awoke slowly and blinked her eyes open, confused by her surroundings. Sunlight was streaming in through the window and she groaned at the brightness, trying to turn around. She felt the arm around her waist and the warm body next to hers and smiled, remembering when she had awoken in a similar position after the plane crash, freaked out about the thought of having had sex with Bianca. Only now she wasn't freaked out the least bit and felt like she was on cloud nine thinking about last night.

She yawned and stretched, when she felt something to the side of her head. Turning over, extracting herself gently from Bianca, she looked, puzzled, at the envelope on her pillow. Her name was scrawled on the outside in a somewhat familiar handwriting and she picked it up, opening it hesitantly. The first thing that fell out was a wallet-sized picture and when Greenlee turned it over she felt her blood run cold. She stared at the face of the smiling boy, her hands shaking and at that moment her whole world came crashing down on her.

Sitting up quickly, never taking eyes off of the picture, she fished inside the envelope for the small card, pulling it out. The card had been handwritten, the writing was scrawny and hurried, but she managed to read the few short sentences:

"Greenlee,

Too bad we couldn't talk last night; I've got a very important proposition to make to you. I hope you liked the picture; I thought it was a nice touch. By now you surely have some idea as to what this is about and are dying to find out what I have to say. Come meet me at the boathouse at 3, alone.

Hope to see you soon,

Carlos"

Greenlee stared at the note and then glanced at the picture again. Her hands were trembling and she felt her eyes starting to tear up. Cursing herself, she returned both the note and picture into the envelope and sat it on the nightstand. She turned her head and threw a sad glance at a still sleeping Bianca. There was no way she could let the other girl find out about her past, she had to talk to Carlos and find out what he wanted.

She started picking up her clothes from the floor and got dressed slowly. Everything had been so perfect when she woke up and now everything was falling apart. She couldn't believe that her past was coming back to haunt her now, it had been seven years since everything had happened after all. She had no idea how Carlos could've possibly found out, but she hoped that this whole secret note thing meant he was going to keep quiet as long as she went along with his requests.

Putting on her shoes she stood up and looked down at the sleeping girl in the bed. She looked for a piece of paper and a pen, writing a quick note to let Bianca know she didn't have second thoughts and had run out on her. Greenlee quickly made up an excuse about work, saying she'd call the younger girl later and left the note on her pillow. Greenlee sighed, picked up her purse and walked out the door, not noticing the envelope she had accidentally dropped to the floor.

* * *

Bianca walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying her hair in the process. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the mess of blankets on it and smiled softly. Although she'd woken up alone, she wasn't afraid of having been shot down, after all Greenlee had left her a note. That didn't mean that she didn't feel slightly disappointed; she had wanted to wake up in someone else's arms for once.

Sighing, she dropped the towel onto the bed and leaned down to pick up part of the sheets that had fallen to the floor. It was then that she noticed the envelope on the ground and she picked it up, even more curious when she saw Greenlee's name on the front. Bianca opened the envelope, looking at the passport picture in confusion. She had no idea who the boy on the picture was; he looked to be about twelve and was smiling awkwardly as one only did on school pictures. Taking out the note she read it quickly, feeling the worry start to take over her body.

Had Greenlee really gone to meet up with Carlos? Bianca wondered what he could possibly have to propose that would cause the other girl to forget the incident last night and go to meet him. Glancing at the picture again she tried to rack her brain for an explanation, but fell short. Maybe she was just worrying about nothing, but then she thought back to the night Greenlee and she had made up. Carlos had been in Greenlee's apartment and the older girl had been acting slightly weird, eager to get rid off him. And then last night's incident, it just didn't add up right.

Bianca reached for the phone, dialing Greenlee's number. She mentally willed the girl to pick up her cell phone, but after a couple of rings all Bianca got was the voicemail. Glancing at the note she turned to look at the time and then quickly got up. It was already 3 and if she wanted to find Greenlee, not to mention make sure Carlos didn't do something to her friend, she had to leave now. Bianca hurried out of her room, her destination the boathouse.

* * *

"I see you got my note," he smiled, looking up at her from where he was sitting as she walked into the boathouse.

"Can we just cut to the chase?" Greenlee spat, angry that he was trying to ruin her life for no good reason. All she wanted was to give him whatever he wanted, which she hoped was hush money, and then get back to Bianca.

"Alright, I see you're not one for small talk. Well then, I'm sure you're curious about my…proposition," he sounded out the last word and patted the spot next to him on the bench.

Greenlee reluctantly sat next to him, careful not to make contact and looked at him, "Carlos, how did you get that picture?"

He laughed and leaned back, observing her intently, "Come on Greenlee, you think I would actually tell you? Now, let's talk about what you're willing to do to keep me quiet."

"I'm not doing anything until I find out what you know. I'm not stupid Carlos, I'm not gonna give you money just because you managed to find some picture," she grimaced, hoping that he really didn't have any information. Or that he at least didn't know the whole story. She couldn't imagine how he would've found out - her records had been sealed when she'd turned 18.

"Fine then. If you want to relive everything, I don't care," Carlos shrugged and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs.

Greenlee ignored him; of course she didn't want to be reminded of everything that happened, but she wasn't just going to let him screw her over if he didn't know anything. Neither one of them noticed the person coming up towards the boathouse and, upon hearing the voices, hiding behind the wall, still within hearing range.

* * *

Bianca pressed herself against the side of the wall, knowing the two people in the boathouse couldn't possibly see her from where they were. She'd just walked up to the boathouse, when she'd overheard Greenlee and Carlos talking about some big secret of Greenlee's. Bianca knew she shouldn't be eavesdropping, but she had gotten curious as to what had her friend so stressed out.

"I know you're a murderer, Greenlee," Carlos said as calmly as if he were talking about the weather and Bianca felt her breath catch in her throat. That couldn't be, could it? It was a ridiculous statement, Greenlee might've been a bitch to a lot of people, but she certainly wasn't a killer.

"I'm not a murderer, Carlos," Greenlee answered, not as calmly, and Bianca could clearly hear the distress in her friend's voice. She was about to decide to interrupt, when Carlos's voice stopped her.

"You killed a little boy, I call that murder." Carlos sounded smug about his statement and Bianca could imagine him smirking at Greenlee as he said this. She waited for the other girl to dispute what he had said, to yell at him like Greenlee would, but she never expected Greenlee not to deny his claims.

"Fine. Now what do you want? Money?"

Bianca couldn't believe her ears and she felt her heart drop. Had Greenlee really killed someone? She thought back to the envelope and the picture of the boy. A queasy feeling settled in her stomach and Bianca wasn't sure what to think. She was trying to decide on a path of action, when she felt a hand grab her shoulder and she spun around. Bianca gasped when she saw who was behind her.

* * *

"Who said I wanted money?" Carlos laughed and Greenlee was just about to respond, when someone else walked into the boathouse.

They both looked up, and Greenlee was shocked when she saw Bianca, her arm held in a tight grip by Blake. She narrowed her eyes, she had never liked Blake to begin with, but this was just weird. He had no reason to be here, besides his obvious interest in Bianca, but obviously he wasn't very concerned about that anymore since he was pulling the girl with him into the boathouse roughly.

"Greenlee, so glad you could make it. Well, I was expecting this meeting to include only you, Carlos and I, but I caught Bianca here eavesdropping outside. Tsk, tsk," he said, shaking his head, never letting go of Bianca's upper arm.

"Blake, what're you doing here?" Bianca asked, trying to wrench her arm free from his grip. She locked eyes with Greenlee, who looked just as confused as her and then turned her head to Blake, who grinned at her.

"Well, I came to meet with my old friend Greenlee," he answered and finally let go of her arm. Bianca decided it would be a good idea not to move, not knowing what he would do if she did.

"I'm not your friend, Blake," Greenlee hissed and stood, stepping closer to him, "You think you know me just because we spent some time together on a stupid island?"

To their surprise, he just smirked and reached out, cupping Greenlee's cheek with his hand until she pushed him away, "Oh Greenlee, always so gullible. It's surprising what a few surgeries and color contacts can do, huh? And I thought you knew me so…intimately. Oh well."

"Who the hell are you?" Greenlee asked, angered that her conversation with Carlos had been interrupted. She couldn't come up with one plausible reason for Blake being here and she was getting annoyed.

"And here I thought you'd remember me," Blake laughed then pulled out a gun from the waistband of his pants. Greenlee and Bianca both took a step backwards and Blake lifted his shirt to the middle of his chest, turning his side towards Greenlee. The scar on his back was long and jagged and Greenlee gasped at the realization.

"Josh?"

"Good girl," Blake responded, let his shirt fall again and then pointed the gun at Greenlee, "now sit back down."

To be continued...