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Chapter 3

Full of Grace:

Annette looked at Kathryn in shock. Ronald was dead? Why? How?... so many questions.

"If your thinking that I did it..." Kathryn started, "I did. It was just one of those major accidental things. Now I need your help. I wanted to just make sure this was your address, that's why I sent the letter."

Kathryn sat down near the fire place, and lit up a cigarette. Annette went over to stand near Kathryn, but not too close. Kathryn looked at the fireplace.

"Does this thing work?"

"... How can you just sit there after admitting to killing someone. That's an awful, not to mention sinful thing, Kathryn. Why did you kill him?"

"I have my reasons. He got too suspicious..." Annette stared at Kathryn in curiosity. "I have secrets, Annette. One's that did not involve him. He stuck his nose where it didn't belong."

"You sold drugs didn't you... right under-"

"Ha, ha! Yeah... me, selling drugs. It would be like me stealing something I had enough money for... I was buying drugs."

"Figures... couldn't keep your hands off of it, in Sebastians journal he said-"

"Look, if we're going to talk about him, id really like to take something before hand." Kathryn interrupted Annette.

"Id like to know where it is I exactley fit into you killing Ronald." Annette questioned Kathryn's motive for coming here. It was strange, that last person Annette thought she'd see again, is sitting in her hotel room, smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke into her face.

"You... I need you to help me make it look like suicide." Said Kathryn in diguist. She took in a big breath of smoke and let the grayish-white smoking linger from her soft, red, lips. She let her eyes shut and enjoy for the few seconds it lasted. Kathryn was like that, almost never ever happy with anything anyone gave her. She'd always want more, and treat everyone else like dirt. Classic case of a bart, except this brat, came fully equiped with a vibrator, knife, and no heart. I guess it was just exclusively soled sepretaly.

"Well, what makes you think I'll help you?" Said Annette as she sat down on the chair near Kathryn.

Kathryn took in, yet another, large breath of smoke from the cigarette. "I'll try to put it on you."

"And how exactley do you plane to do that?" Annette had lots of questions. But for quick updates, she stuck with whatever Kathryn had said to her.

"Hm... Ronald is the one who assoicated the fight. Ronald was the one who pushed you. If Ronald hadden't pushed you, Sebastian would've never pushed you out of the way of that yellow taxi... and he wouldn't have died. He'd still be here, and grieving over you instead of... well, the other way around."

Annette stared at Kathryn with wisdom and assurancy. "... That'll never work. They'll find out that-"

"That what Annette? That your really innocent? That your just some count-ray girl tryin' to get her degree! ...No, they'll find out. There are just too many arrows pointing between you two. Too many needles..." Kathryn leaned in a bit. "Annette, sweet heart, I honestly can say that to this day, you still underestimate my power. Just because I may have been kicked out of one of the most major schools in the country, doesn't mean I don't have any power left to spread."

Annette got scared. She actualy got a little scared. It just amazed her from the time she was interviewed for that article in Seveteen, the time she left Rochester for college. Her securities were thrashed down. Her instincts now were maybe's. And Kathryn was someone she knew she did not want to mess with. It wasn't the least bit hard for her to control the entire school, how would it to be to crush someone and charge them for a murder they did not commit. It would only be best to just get in and out of this situation, so she would be able to get on with her life.

"Well, I need to know how you did it... gun... car..."

Kathryn looked up immediatley when Annette said "car". She knew that she was interpretting Sebastian's death. But she decided to act like she didn't realize the connection. "Drugs. I gotta shot in his arm when he was asleep. I need to make it look like suicide. You know how to write other's handwriting, you know what they'll check for, how I should leave the body, and how to cut me off from his life completely. Make it look like we haven't talked since last year, when... it happened."

Annette wasn't sure how to answer, she thought that she might be sick. "Where is he?"

"L.A..."

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