Ok, I would first like to start off by saying sorry for the long wait. Between finals, the holidays and good old fashion writer's block it took me well over a month to finish this chapter. But now school's over for the semester, Christmas is over, and my writer's block has slowly faded. Thank you to all those who have review I'm glad everyone has liked it. I'm really sorry if this chapter seems a bit rushed. Anyway, enjoy!

Confessions

"So what is it that you want to tell me?" Stan asked Wendy.

"This isn't easy for me to say, but…I was the one that killed Kyle." Wendy responded.

"You WHAT?" Stan slams her into the wall.

"I killed him and I'm really sorry. I just wanted to be with you Stan! I did this for us!"

"How did you do it?" Wendy looks down and Stan begins shaking her. "Answer me damn it! How the fuck did you do it?"

"I-I stabbed him. About 9 or 10 times…"

"You stupid bitch! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Stan NO!" Stan then pulls out a knife and then proceeds in stabbing Wendy until she falls over dead.

"Wendy?"

"Wendy…" Suddenly Wendy snaps out of her daydream. "Huh? What?"

"…You said you had something to tell me."

"Right…" They sit in silence for a few moments.

"…so?"

"So what?"

"So, what did you want to tell me?"

"Oh that…I'm going to go get us something to drink. I'll tell you when I come back."

"Ok…" Wendy heads down to her kitchen. She picks up the phone and calls Bebe.

"Hello?" Bebe answered.

"Bebe, it's me." Wendy said panicking.

"What's wrong Wendy?"

"Stan is over here."

"So?"

"So…he's really upset about Kyle's death. He thinks his mom did it."

"That's a good thing…right?"

"Yes…no…I don't know. I feel bad though. I want to tell him the truth."

"So why don't you?"

"He's going to be so pissed."

"He's going to find out anyway…he might as well hear it from you."

"Yeah you're right." Wendy stated. "Can you come over?"

"Why?"

"Well I'm worried about what Stan is going to say or do and I'm probably going to need a friend."

"Sure, just wait until I get there before you break the news."

"Thank you so much Bebe."

"No problem. See you in a few." The two girls hang up. Wendy begins pacing around the kitchen. "What should I do in the meantime?" She continues pacing. After a few moments she goes back to her room.

"Wendy, where are the drinks?" Stan asked as Wendy came in her room.

"What drinks?"

"…the drinks you went downstairs to get…"

Wendy continues to draw a blank. Suddenly she remembers. "Oh those…sorry I got sidetracked and completely forgot. I'll go get them now."

"Don't even worry about it. I'm not thirsty."

"Well I'm dying over here so I'm going to get something." She heads towards the door.

"Before you go," Stan began, "what did you want to tell me?"

"It can wait."

"No it can't. Why do I get the feeling that you're avoiding my question?"

"Umm…"

"Look, just tell me what it is. I'm sure it can't be that bad."

"It is Stan. It's really bad."

"If you tell me what it is, you'll feel a lot better. Maybe it will even help take my mind off of Kyle's death."

Wendy starts crying. "Stan you're going to hate me! I'm a terrible person who did a terrible thing!"

"What did you do? Tell me."

"I-I c-c-can't! It's too awful. Just take my word for it Stan!" She starts crying even harder.

"I've never seen you cry like this before. Tell me what happened. I want to help you."

"Ok, I'll tell you. Please don't hate me for this."

"I won't."

"You promise?" Wendy makes a little puppy dog face.

"I promise." Stan smiles at her. He puts his arms around her.

Wendy hesitates to get it out, but then she sighs and tells him. "It was me."

"What was you?" Stan's smile quickly turns into a frown as he raises his eyebrow.

"I k-killed Kyle!" She breaks down. Stan pushes her away.

"Y-you what?" Stan couldn't believe his ears.

"I killed Kyle. Stan I'm so sorry. I-" She was cut off by Stan shoving her into the wall.

"You BITCH! What the FUCK is wrong with you?"

"I just…I just…"

"You just what? Did you think it was going to make me come back to you?"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. I did it because I love you Stan. You have to believe that!"

"You did it because you love me? HA! If you really loved me you would've let me be happy with Kyle."

"I didn't believe you were happy with Kyle." Stan slams Wendy up against the wall.

"What the hell would you know? You have no fucking idea how much I loved him! I'm going to fucking kill YOU!" He starts choking her.

"St-Stan…I-I'm…s-sorry…" Wendy struggles to get out.

"SHUT UP! You're going to fucking pay for killing Kyle you bitch!"

"Stan…please…" Tears begin to fall from her eyes. "It….I…I…didn't mean it. I just thought that Kyle was-"

"Don't say anything else about him! You show some fucking respect!" He continues strangling her.

"Stan, I love you…please don't hurt me...please…" She cries harder then ever.

"Oh shut up Wendy!" He slams her into the wall. "Did you show Kyle the same mercy when you murdered him? Huh? Did you? Did he beg? Did he plea? Did he cry? I'm sure he did, but your selfish ass didn't care did you?"

"I'm so sorry…I really am. I don't know what else I can say."

"There's nothing you can say…nothing you say is going to bring my Kyle back. I can't believe I ever loved someone as cruel as you."

"You don't mean that…you're just upset." Stan shoves her to the ground. "Come on Stan, don't be like this." He gets in her face.

"You should be counting your blessings that I don't hit girls because I would be kicking your ass right now."

"You just tried to kill me!"

"Now I'm going to finish the job!" He begins choking her again. This time he gets a really tight grip around her neck, it's so tight that she can barely breathe.

"Stan…" Wendy is trying her hardest to breathe, but to no avail. Her face starts turning red. "St-st-an…" Her face is now turning blue and her eyes are beginning to well up. Suddenly, Bebe bursts through the door.

"Oh my God! Stan what are you doing?"

"I'm killing your friend! She killed Kyle and now I'm going to kill her!"

"No you can't, I won't let you!" She struggles to pull Stan off of Wendy at first, but eventually she's successful. Wendy is now trying to catch her breath. "Are you ok Wendy?"

"Yeah…I'm…ok." She starts coughing.

"Oh stop pretending like you're the helpless victim you bitch!" Stan barked at her, "you wouldn't be in this mess in the first place if hadn't killed Kyle!"

"Stan, she didn't mean it," Bebe began. "She just wanted to get back with you that's all."

"You knew about this?"

"Of course I'm her best friend."

"Why the hell didn't you try to talk her out of it? Or why didn't you tell ME so I could talk her out of it?"

"I didn't know she killed him until after it happened. She refused to tell me what she was up to because she knew I wouldn't agree to it. Besides, even if she did tell me I couldn't betray my best friend like that."

"Oh and I guess that makes it ok right?"

"No, but Stan listen to me, Wendy really loves you. She would do anything for you."

Stan breaks down in tears. "Then why did she kill the man I love?" He continues to sob. Wendy puts her hand on his shoulder, but he pushes it away. "Don't touch me! Don't fucking touch me again!"

"Stan I just-" Wendy started, but was cut off.

"I can believe I came to you for comfort."

"You did it because we love each other Stan…"

"You don't love me Wendy, you only love yourself."

"I love you, that's why I…oh never mind."

"Oh yeah you killed Kyle for me. I hope you know that you're not going to get away with this."

"What are you saying?"

"Don't worry about that. You're not the only one who can be conniving!" He gets up to leave.

"Stan where are you going?" Stan slams the door shut. Wendy breaks down in tears. "I've lost him…I truly lost him…"

"I told you this was a bad idea."

"But I thought it would help me get Stan back. Nothing else worked."

"Then you should've let him go when you realized that."

"Oh Bebe, I'm so scared."

"Why?"

"I'm worried about what he's going to do to me…"

To be continued…