#GOODGIRLS

“ Nope. No. You did not do this — technically. Abandoned pier, icy conditions, this is accidental, as long as he doesn’t resurface with the ropes and duct tape, or at all.” She put her arm through Stevie’s, wanting to avoid any risk of becoming a popsicle. “ Your CEO is a popsicle right now, can we pause the comedy special and get the fuck out of here first. I’m going to have nightmares about getting haunted, can we leave before we run the risk of becoming Stephen King heroines? ”

There should have been a heavy feeling of guilt, but it was nothing but selfish panic. She was scared of jail, she was scared of that momentary sense of justice watching the asshole sink to the bottom of the ocean. 

Oh god, they drove here. “ Stevie, I don’t think the ice will melt away any tire tracks we might leave in that very abandoned parking lot? ” Think, idiot, think! Two years of shadowing homicide detectives gave them a good chance of possibly not finding themselves thrown in jail for the rest of their lives. “ We can’t keep the car. Fuck that asshole, he’s half dead and still costing us money. ”

oh my god. oh my god. oh my god. those three words kept running in her head as she tried to keep calm enough to think. quite honestly, can any of what just happened be considered their fault ? just secondss before, stevie and nadia were debating  ( yet again )  about whether or not to actually kill him when he caught her off guard and she ... defended herself -- but good to know the taebo classes were actually useful. 

nevertheless, stevie let herself be pulled closer to her friend, the little defiant part of her wanting to go out to the edge and peer over just to see what had become of her ceo. 

‘ ---- oh, ’  she murmured, keeping her mouth pursed in the shape of the word as it slipped out.  ‘ fuck. uh, ’  stevie ran a shaky hand through her hair as she looked around the pier. off into the distance she sees the very small glimmer of a headlight.  ‘ oh !  we can call an uber and then act like we’re drunk. and we can report the car stolen in the morning ! ’ 

OH FUCK. It was like watching something happen in slow motion, the heel of her boot slipping slightly, the screams of terror muffled by duct tape. They had just fumbled slightly. She could have reached out to stop the chair, but had grabbed onto Stevie instead. 

Her jaw went slack, as the realization of what had happened set in. “ ─── we — he, wow. I can’t swim.” Like that would hold up in court. “ What the fuck do we do? I don’t know the first thing about being someone’s prison bitch!” Terror overtook her face, as she began looking over her shoulder for any witnesses. No one. Thank fucking god, there was some hope. “ Stevie, what are the chances of there being cameras around here? ”   

quite honestly, who could have seen this coming ? of all the crazy batshit things that have been happening in the last week, this was just the final nail in the coffin. stevie could practically hear herself say  ‘ this might as well happen ’  as wide eyes witness her boss -- the motherfucking CEO for the company she works for -- tips back into the ocean. 

and if it weren’t for the ice cold roar of the waves below, they would have heard him scream all the way down.  ‘ shit !! ’ her mouth fell open,  ‘ did i really just kick him off the pier ? ’  in her defense, he had broken his a hand free and grabbed at her wrist. 

she whips her head to look back at nadia,  ‘ don’t look at me ! it’s like colder than it was out when the TITANIC sank ! ’  stevie shook her head,  ‘ slim to none. i picked this pier for a reason --- it’s like fully abandoned, not even homeless people hang out here. ’