Planning A Murder [I]

**TRACY SCOTT**. -TWENTY FOUR HOURS EARLIER

"I'm sorry about what happened outside, he just...."

"I don't care."

I clipped, stretching my arms.

"You what?"

"Don't care."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Tracy..."

"Yes?"

I replied courtly, falling to the bed with my legs spread across each end.

I saw how he was looking at me. Like I had gone completely mad and in some strange sense, it was beginning to feel like I had.

"You don't care?"

How many times had he asked that already? Do I have to write it down on a piece of paper or

something?

"Nope. I do not care."

I looked to the ceiling, blowing out the air through my lips.

"I'm confused."

"Why?"

I lifted half my body off the bed, leaving the other half to rest comfortably. Thereafter, I cocked my head a little over to the left meeting his confused expression.

"Why? I mean..."

"You think I saw you and Antony out there and I'll feel what? Angry? Upset? Oh for fuck sakes would y