a/n: sorry, this chapter's short, even for me...
I was looking forward to working the next night. I was convinced that Sara and I could and would get along. I was wrong.
"I can't stand that woman!" I screamed in the safety of the apartment. I wasn't worried about Sara hearing me, she was working overtime again. "I can't even stand her name. Sara Sidle, it sounds like suicidal, which is what she makes people!" With that I went into my room and slammed the door, leaving Brooke and Lucy staring after me.
The wind blew the cold rain in my face as my brother, Luke, carried me onto the beach. He looked around until he found a place where the driftwood created a windbreak before he sat me down.
"Stay here, Rockstar, I have to get my board outta the truck." I felt myself nodding as he started walking back to the empty parking lot. I waited till Luke was out of sight before I scrambled after him. When I reached the parking lot, two guys were pushing my brother, then I heard a loud noise, and saw blood… blood coming from my brother's chest. Too much blood… Blood, blood, blood.
I sat up in my bed breathing heavy. I had to get out of that room, away from everything. I slipped into shorts and a t-shirt, left a note for Brooke and Lucy, and went for a run. I had just cleared the parking lot of the apartment complex when I heard someone's footsteps behind me. I turned around to see who it was and immediately wished I hadn't.
"Hi Sara." I said trying to sound cheery.
"Hi," she replied before accelerating past me.
Night number four was spent going to a double homicide at the MGM Grand and running the results back and fourth between Trace, the DNA lab and Sara. We spoke maybe seven words the entire night. I still couldn't believe my bad luck, getting paired with her. My dream summer in Vegas was turning out to be a nightmare.