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was murdered. He fixed himself up, changed himself and she betrayed him. I wish I could say that she was drunk, but it was daytime and she wasn’t. To make it worse it was with McHottie.

 

From there she became to queen bee, the selfish prick everyone adored or hated but were too scared to stick up too. I guess the fairy tale was too good to be true, just wish I could have stopped the story from happening. Then I could have stopped so much heartache and pain.

 

Oh and your probably curious what happened to me? Well no one really knew me, and as I said before, I never made contact with Sarah after that whole drama. I just became one of those bystanders….and that’s the end.

 

Just kidding. That wasn’t even the beginning of the story. This is….

Chapter 1: I don't really care...

“I’m pregnant”

 

These were the first words I heard when I opened the door. It wasn’t what you would always hear, especially coming from your ex-best friend, but I warned you at the start. But that wasn’t much of a surprise considering she had been whoring around a lot (no offense). Now I would like to say my response was highly intellectual and advanced but that would be lying. Because really the only thing that came out was “huh?”

 

Yes, so incredible, I know. But you get put in this situation and see what you come up with. It also didn’t help that it was a Saturday and I was wearing ratty PJs and eating Captain Crunch.

 

“Well can I come in?” she asked, and it was then I registered that she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She looked like she had been crying for hours and she looked horrible. She even had a tissue paper stuck to her shoe. I being ever so generous said…

 

“No.”

 

Then I shut the door in her face and sauntered off. Suck that you fugly person. After all she left me, and from past mistakes I learnt she only comes to me if she’s desperate. I don’t want to be used then ditched. I have a life I felt like screaming. Just thinking of what she’s done makes me so angry. All the times she’s bullied those around her and thinks she’s so superior. Uh makes me so mad.

 

 

 

And anyway she lies 24/7; this might be one of her excuses to crash at my place for free after a night of intense partying. Someone told me that she made this lie where she was stuck on an island and that’s why she couldn’t come home for two weeks. Bullshit if you ask me. But Sarah became really persuasive over the years and could charm her way out of anything.

 

 

Moving on….

There was a constant knocking on the door and I was glad my family wasn’t home to answer it. “Please Belly” she cried as she kept banging. Ignoring her I switched on the T.V and began watching SpongeBob. Ah SpongeBob, how you make me laugh. “Belly” she whined.

 

“Please this isn’t some hoax and I really need you. Did you not hear what I said! I’m pregnant” and then she gave this ear piercing cry that could probably be heard from the Artic. Now I was getting annoyed and I toyed with the thought of calling the cops.

 

 

Signing I got up and walked slowly to the front entrance, with my phone clutched in my hand and the police on speed dial. Even though she’s done all this shit, I couldn’t turn my back on someone who may be pregnant. Keep in mind people that the key word is ‘may’.

 

 “Try anything and I’m calling the cops” I said dryly as I leaned against the door frame. She looked at me through a tear stained face and crumpled to the ground. “Please Belly you got to help me. I just-”. “Don’t call me Belly” I snapped, “you lost those rights ages ago”.

 

There was this moment of solemn silence as we studied each other. “So do you want me to give you a wad of cash or something?” I asked harshly, a little harsher than intended. Sarah looked away then whispered, “Bel-Isabel I know we don’t have a good relationship-”. I couldn’t help but snort, “You got that right”. “But I really need your help”.

 

Ok now I am getting really annoyed. “Look Sarah, just because we were ‘best friends’ doesn’t mean you can use me as you please,” I said as I began to inch back to shut the door. I so wanted to hurt her, slam the door on her face for all those who have been discarded and disregarded by her. She saw what I was doing and reached out like a beggar. “Isabel I can’t go home ok!” she howled. “Then it’s your fault for whoring around!” I screamed.

 

Silence.

 

“Please” she whispered. “Please let me stay for one night so I can figure things out”. I bit my lip as I thought about the pros and cons. “Why don’t you go to one of your other best friends” I said, emphasizing the ‘best friend’s’ part. She looked at me hesitantly and muttered “because they won’t help me. I know it”.

 

“Fine” I mutter. “Only for today and tonight. But try anything and you’re out, got that” I demanded flatly. She nodded as she entered my house. “You can sleep in the guest room. And don’t bother me” I said as I walked down the hall. “Aren’t you curious about how I got pregnant?” she enquired. I shot her a sickly sweet smile over my shoulder, “I don’t give a shit about you”.

 

Chapter 2:The awkward encounter and secretes revealed

Chapter 2: The awkward encounter and secretes revealed

 

Ok maybe I was a little mean, but trust me it was so hard to have a decent conversation with her. So there I was lying on the couch and watching reruns and I couldn’t help but feel guilty. It also didn’t help that I could hear her cries of anguish and sorrow. And even though I said I wasn’t curious and didn’t give a shit, I really did. Nothing like juicy gossip.

 

Sitting up I switched off the TV and made my way to the fridge. Time for some ice cream. Grabbing two spoons I made my way towards the guest room with some fuzzy blankets I found. I was just too nice sometimes.

 

“Sarah I’m coming in” I called as I nudged the door open. I peeked inside to see her painting her nails neon pink while snot was running everywhere like a stream and her hair was covering her face. “I was expecting you” she said as she placed the cap back on the nail polish and turned to me.

 

I screamed.

 

That’s right I screamed. It was a dimly lit room with the curtains drawn and it had a freakishly demonic girl sitting there. Her eyes were so red and her face was glowing with tears and snot. Wait was that a wig?

 

Wow now you gotta step back.

 

“Why are you screaming?” she yelled and it was only then I realized I was still screaming like a rapist was chasing me. Slowly it died down and I stared at her. “Uh yeah, this is awkward” I muttered as I made my way towards her and sat really, really far from her reach. You know just in case she’s possessed and she wants to eat me. Or is that zombies?

 

“B-Isabel, I know we aren’t on good terms but you got to help me. No one knows me better than you”. ‘Well duh’ I thought ‘I was your best friend’

 

“And this is really hard on me, because I don’t know what to do” ‘No shit you don’t’

 

“So please I beg you help me” ‘Na I think it’ll take too much effort.’

 

“So what do you want me to do? Be your slave?” I asked as I gave her the stink eye.

 

“No, I just need you to be there”.

 

I studied her for a moment and signed. “I can’t lend you some clothes because you’re too tall, but I can go to your house and get some. So you should just stay here and have a shower, because you look horrible”. She gave me a thankful smile and I wanted to gag, because I swear some snot went into her mouth. Sarah was never the delicate crier.

 

“Thanks Isabel” she hollered. Grunting I walked out, leaving the tub of ice-cream on the bed.  I entered my room which was right down the hall, and picked up some clothes and my car keys and walked into the bathroom where I changed into some black shorts and a tank top.

 

 The hot sun was beating down on me when I left the house and I cursed Sarah silently. “Stupid Sarah” I whispered as I got into my beat up truck. “Always being a pain in the ass”.

 

It wasn’t long before I reached her house. Considering it wasn’t that far from ours, and it was practically right down the street. I parked the car opposite the house and got out, placing the best enthusiastic smile on my face; which probably looked like I was constipated. Walking up to the door felt like it took years and I could feel the sweat already flowing down my back.

 

Ding Dong.

 

I rang the bell and waited. There was a thump then I heard someone curse before the door was swung open revealing Mrs. Tucker. And boy was she a mess. She had her hair sticking up everywhere and her lips were all swollen and red. She had half her boob sticking out and her pencil skirt was hiked up. Now I guess you can guess what they were doing, and I swear right then that our relationship will never be the same.

 

“Hi Mrs. Tucker” I said over the really uncomfortable silence. “I’m just here to pick up some clothes for Sarah….”. “S-sure honey” then she gave this really high pitched laugh and let me through. “You know where it is, right?” “Yeah” I answered back as I tried so hard to look away from her. I waited till she left then I practically bolted up the stairs.

 

“What the hell was that?” I stuttered as I burst through her door and began picking up random articles of clothing, and stuffing it into a duffel bag I found in her cupboard.

 

Everything was so messy, dresses and shoes were everywhere. ‘She must have gone to a party…I wonder what I’ll have for lunch, maybe some-wait is that a dead rat! Oh

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