Nanny McDead
Sara Manning hummed idly as she walked from the elevator to the laundry room. It had been another incredible afternoon with Ian, and there was still time to move the laundry and finish cleaning the apartment before she had to pick up Alex from school. She'd finished transferring the laundry from the washer to the dryer when a sudden noise from the direction of the door caused her to jump.
"Hi Sara."
Heart still beating a mile a minute, Sara looked over to see her friend Chloe standing just inside the room.
"Jeez, Chloe, you scared me." Sara took a deep breath to calm herself down. Then she saw the look on Chloe's face. "What's up?"
"You're sleeping with him, aren't you?"
Coming out of nowhere, the question caught Sara completely off-guard. "What? Sleeping with who?"
"He's the reason you broke up with Brent, isn't he?"
Suddenly Sara understood, and she didn't like Chloe's tone. "It's none of your business," she informed the other girl, leaning against the table and crossing her arms.
"It is if he's sleeping with me."
"What?" Sara was completely shocked. Ian had assured her that he wasn't seeing anyone…
"It's true. He's going to leave his wife for me."
"You're crazy," Sara told her. The Ian she knew would stay with his wife, if only because he was too lazy to do the legwork necessary for a divorce. "And like I said, it's none of your business who I sleep with." With that, Sara levered herself away from the table and turned to put a dryer sheet in with the clothes.
Something came smashing down on the back of her head. It didn't really hurt, but the force of the blow did cause her to lose her balance so that she fell, hitting her head on the table. That did hurt. Sara landed on the floor, dazed from the successive blows to her skull. Her temple hurt like hell, and she could feel something wet on the side of her face. It took her a moment to realize that the wetness was her own blood, and lots of it.
The world around her was quickly greying out. Somewhere far away, she could hear footsteps approaching. Someone knelt next to her. "You're wrong, Sara. He does love me."
It was the last thing she ever heard.