That night I had sat at my desk holding a pencil in hand staring in front of a blank sheet of paper dragging on what the hell I was even going to write. What do I say about her? I knew she was annoying, petty and a brat but how would writing such things appeal to my image. I have to seem earnest and provoke emotion in my writing. On the up side her death didn't just relinquish me from horrid marital strife but I could also gain publicity. She is the daughter to a business man after all so who knows. Or well she was the daughter to a business man.

As I debated on what to write, I looked up multiple examples of people speaking about the passing of a family member in their writing, when I wasn't heavily influenced I had a better idea to search speeches during court trials with the victims family talking about them. Both were good examples on how to write about a passing so I took inspiration and begun to write. Of course I edited my writing multiple times in attempts to try and seem original. But this was all fake, these were nothing but deceitful words, perhaps I can use crocodile tears or something to gain more sympathy and less suspicion? Who knows I'll just go off the mood and base my responses off the functions vibe.

I wrote and wrote and wrote until I was interrupted by a knock at 2 am. I cocked a brow, stopping my writing as I looked at the door "come in" I called out as the door slowly swung open. You could imagine my shock when I saw Slouch. "What do you want?" I asked aggravated. " something has been weighing on my mind.... I need to get it off my conscience..." he said rather ominously. "What are you referring to?" I asked. He took a deep breath in and out ".... I never got Claire pregnant" he said softly as I looked confused " what are you talking about? She was clearly pregnant" I replied as he shook his head "no... I told her that I was willing to take care of the baby since I knew you weren't comfortable with the thought. She called me an idiot and told me there was no baby and she paid me to keep quiet." He explained. I felt my heart drop... "but... wait wait wait what do you mean?" I asked Slouch standing up confused " the 'baby' growing in her belly was actually a silicone pregnancy belly. It was fake. Those ultrasound pictures... I edited them because she knew I had a graphic design degree...." He admitted not looking me in the eye.

So I was forced into a marriage because of the fear of the child being born out of wedlock, even though the child didn't exist. Not only that but the fear of me murdering the unborn child had weighed so heavily on my mind as well... she went this far for what?! I then asked Slouch " did you even sleep with her?!" I asked him as he nodded " I did and she told me she was on the pill. When she said she was pregnant I asked her about the pill and she said they defected in some cases" he admitted. I fell back into my chair upon hearing the news. I didn't even know how to react... I was so appalled by the whole situation it left me in utter shock. "I'm sorry Bradley..." "Fuck you Slouch" was all I could say. "Bradley I said I'm sorry" he said yet again " I hear it, doesn't mean I have to accept it. You can't undo all the shit that has happened to me these last few months with a simple apology you fucking idiot" I said back to him. "Dude what did you even go through?! It can't be that bad you were going to get married to a sexy blonde chic who was obsessed with you! That doesn't sound bad at all!" He replied and that sent me over the edge.

" Slouch you have five seconds to leave my room or else" I threatened as he looked angered " or else what?" He asked. I opened my drawer and took out a pocket knife and swung it open "I'm not afraid to cut a bitch" I said as he flinched and ran away. I sighed and stood up slamming the door shut " can't even shut the door I hate his stupid ass..." I scoffed. I closed the knife and tossed it into the drawer before closing it.

I sat back down at my desk and finished writing the letter. I closed it and looked for proper attire to wear tomorrow. I found a black turtle neck, a black blazer and black dress pants and a nice belt to go along with it. I made sure to iron my clothing and find proper shoes to fit the outfit. By the time I finished up everything it had hit 3:30 am.

I got a message on my phone, I looked at it curiously, who could even be texting me this time of night? It was Max.

Max: " it's freaky hour 😈"

Bradley: " wtf are you doing up?"

Max: " I can ask you the same question, don't you need your beauty sleep princess?"

Bradley: " I'm about to sleep, I was writing"

Max: " oh my god my little poet🙈❤️"

Bradley: " I'm writing a speech, I'm going to a funeral tomorrow"

Max: "oh-"
Max: "I'm sorry for your loss"

Bradley: "I'm not, it's Claire's funeral"

Max: " why are you writing a speech for her?"

Bradley: " her father asked me too"

Max: " damn that's gotta be rough"

Bradley: "yeah it is, wtf am I supposed to write about? Her amazing personality?"

Max: " LMFAO! Yeah she was so sweet and caring ❤️🤭"

Bradley: "10000%"
Bradley: " also guess what I found out?"

Max: "what?"

Bradley: "guess"

Max: "fuck you, I'm not doing that"

Bradley: "you're such a bitch"
Bradley: "Anyways, Slouch told me Claire was never pregnant"

Max: "excuse me? 😀"

Bradley: "and he knew this whole time, she paid for his silence"

Max: " so we kill Slouch next is what I'm hearing?"

Bradley: " no, I can use this"

Max: "what are you talking about?"

Bradley: " I run the gamma house and Slouch knows he's on my shit list, he will do anything to get the benefits from being a part of the gamma house but to have those benefits he needs to win my favor, I have Slouch at the palm of my hand now. Whatever I want he will have to obey or else he can say goodbye to the popularity he gains as well as  the benefits from the house."

Max: " holy fuck princess you're scary as fuck"

Bradley: " I get it from my dad"

Max: " what are you gonna make him do?"

Bradley: " he isn't exactly the most useful person out there so I'll have to see what happens, for now I'm gonna have improv a speech in Claire's funeral"

Max: " lol you're fucking awful"

Bradley: " you love me though"

Max: "are you sure about that?"

Bradley: "I will decapitate my Max doll"

Max: " no you won't"

Bradley: "yeah ik I won't :/ but I also know you love me"

Max: " no I don't"

Bradley: " SAY IT!"

Max: " YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"

Bradley: " alright then, I was planning on paying off your tuition but never mind 🖕"

Max: " oh in that case I love you so much princess 🥹❤️"

Bradley: "kill yourself"

Max: " that's another way to get out of students loans, good idea"

Bradley: " ACTUALLY DIE!"

Max: " anyone ever tell you that you look like Jimmy neutron?"

Bradley: "anyone ever tell you that you look like you'd be on a sex offender list?"

Max: " yeah actually"

Bradley: " wtf? Who?"

Max: " Bobby 😭"

Bradley: " tell Bobby I said I agree"

Max: "fuck you Bradley"

Bradley: "you wish"

Max: " already did 😜"

Bradley: " conversation over, you're so gross"

Max: " ITS NOT EVEN MY FAULT! YOU SET THE JOKE UP!"

Bradley: "goodnight Max"

Max: " goodnight Pookinator 3000 ❤️"

Needless to say I hate Max with a burning passion.

The next morning I had gotten up and got ready for the funeral. I slicked my hair back and I had put on my outfit. I spritzed on cologne as well before I left my room and knocked on slouches door "are you ready?" I asked as he opened the door "yeah I'm ready..." he said softly "good, I'm driving let's go" I said as I walked off and he followed. Once in the car I knew what I was gonna do.

I was gonna terrify the fuck out of Slouch with my driving....