"I just- I just- I just wanted her to love me", she slumped to the floor as angry tears fell down her cheeks. "All I did...."
...was give in to her feelings. She could remember it like it happened yesterday when Mona found her doing her homework in her room. The girl was balling her eyes out saying Ian had called it quits.
She dropped her books and left her table and walked over to Mona. She pulled the girl into an embrace and Mona cried her heart out. Her reality was too bitter to face.
It seemed nothing would change Ian's mind. As for Demi, she was relieved yet angry at the same time. She rubbed soothing circles on her back as the girl cried. When she quieted down, she broke the embrace and cupped Mona's cheeks. She pulled on her sleeves to use them to wipe Mona's tears.
Mona sniffled, looking like a baby in her best friend's arms. Demi suddenly got lost in her eyes. Mona raised her brows in question only to get a smack of Demi's lips on hers as a response.
She blinked once, twice, and remained frozen, unsure of how to react. Then, she got back to her senses and pushed her away.
"What are you doing?" Mona furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Trying to make you feel better", she answered. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest. She knew how awkward the situation had gotten.
Mona eyed her with an open mouth, still shocked and confused. Demi took a step forward, leaving a few inches of space between them.
"Trust me", she whispered as she used one hand to cup the nape of her neck and capture her lips with hers.
She didn't move. Mona had never kissed a girl before no less ever dreamt of kissing her best friend yet here she was. It was weird but it didn't feel too bad. Her eyes slowly came to a close as her lips moved in sync with Demi's. The latter felt her stomach flip when Mona relaxed into the kiss.
She didn't waste a second and slipped her hand under Mona's dress and into her panties. Mona gasped into the kiss when Demi's fingers started rubbing her folds. She moved them to her bed and helped her lay down as she broke the kiss.
"I'll make you feel better", she repeated with a whisper with her gaze locked on Mona's as she removed the girl's panties.
Mona only watched. It all felt surreal. With no objection, Demi knelt down on the floor to spread Mona's thighs and brought her mouth to her crotch to finally fulfill her fantasies...
And fulfill them she did. But when she woke later that night, she was alone and naked in bed. There was no sign of Mona anywhere. She let out a self depricating laugh as reality slapped her hard in the face.
Why would she force something that was never meant to be? Although she had sex with Mona and the latter actively responded, it didn't mean she reciprocated her feelings. After all she had just broken up with Ian. She cried herself to sleep not knowing that was the last she would see of Mona...
Demi sobbed hard when she recalled all this. All that was left was pain and guilt in her heart. She at least wished it was because of Ian that Mona took her life.
"I-I didn't know she would kill herself because of that! I just wanted her to look at me for once!!!" She shouted.
Ian left her for his bedroom. He took something from a drawer and went back to the living room. He got down on one knee and handed it to Demi. Her shaking hands received it. It was Mona's letter.
"She didn't kill herself. Mona wouldn't end her life so easily. You should know that by now", he said.
Demi read the letter. It wasn't a suicidal letter, it was just Mona telling Ian she would use a letter to write to him because she was afraid she would be tempted to call him if she used her phone to text.
She confessed her guilt of sleeping with Demi and said to call it even since he was still hang up on Amy. She expressed her want of them possibly getting back together in the future when they're all grown and mature.
Demi let out a chuckle in relief and hugged the letter. She felt the guilt wash away immediately.
"You made it sound like I was the cause of her death. And the way you've been looking at me since the funeral", she said with a clear voice, not bothering to wipe her tears as she looked at him.
"You slept with her", he deadpanned.
"Whatever. Anyway, this letter proves that she was not suicidal. If she knew she was...", Ian run a hand on his face and sighed in frustration.
He could not get the pregnancy out of his mind. A lot of 'what ifs' echoed in his mind. She could see the conflict in his features as she looked at him.
"Although it was ruled out as suicide, I still want to get to the bottom of things. I know Mona got the stuff from you, where did you get them from?"
"That's not what killed her. I mean the stuff you guys usually used."
"Still, she must have gotten those ones from the same supplier. Who are they?" He now spoke with a hardened tone.
"It's not them", Demi averted her gaze from him and looked into space.
"How would you know?"
"Because I went there as soon as I heard about her!" She gave him a sharp look for his lack of trust.
That night....
"You must be really stupid if you think you can waltze in here like it's your home!" Pedro growled with a sharp glare directed at her.
Demi was being held by two of his men, one on each side, as they stood in his office. Enzo was putting away some paperwork from the desk while four bulky men exited the room. They must have been in the middle of something important. She looked down at her feet that had flip flops on, she was wearing pajamas, her hair disheveled and face stricken with eyeliner stained tears.
"What did you sell to her?" She cried.
"Sell what to who?" Enzo countered as he walked to the sofa.
"What did you sell to my best friend? She must have gotten them from you! You killed her!" She screamed with eyes full of resentment as her chest rose and fell.
"Ah! Your friend. She did stop by but I refused to sell her anything. A depressed minor plus drugs equals disaster", Enzo responded.
"Plus what happens to the customer afterwards is none of our business", Pedro answered as he settled on the edge of the desk and lit up a cigarette. He dragged and puffed out a smoke in relaxation.
"How do I know you're not making this up? I could easily snitch on you", she countered with a little bravery.
"You'd need to be alive to do that", Pedro replied leisurely.
"Hermosa", Enzo called out with a frown.
Pedro sighed and nodded at his men. They left her side and went on to retrieve the footage proving them innocent. They really had not sold the drugs to Mona. But Pedro and Enzo were their only suppliers. So where did she get them from? What happened that day?
"Satisfied? Now leave! Don't ever come barging in here or I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your little head", Pedro warned in deadly growl before he turned to his men. "Tirarla!"
(Translation: throw her out!)
Present time.....
"She must have found a rotten supplier", she said.
"Stay away from these kinds of people. I don't need to tell you how dangerous they are", he advised.
"That's my business", she said in annoyance. She didn't need him telling her what to do. She still hated his guts.
"Whatever", he said as he stood up and went to get a beer from his fridge.
His mind was plagued with thoughts as was Demi's. Who could have done such a thing to Mona? Unbeknownst to her, someone had been watching from the shadows on that night she was kicked out by Pedro and Enzo's men. The girl they had sold those drugs to had died.
"Shit."
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