So it took so long- but it's good! Trust me!
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Lady Murder
Chapter 9- The Confrontation
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Bridgette was furious when she heard of how Courtney had kicked Geoff and Amira out. She knew that breaking in was quite horrible, but still- had they not been friends for years? What was wrong with her?
She felt Geoff's hand on hers, as he looked at her with wide eyes across the dinner table. "What?" Bridgette growled.
He stared down at her burger. Bridgette looked down too, seeing that her hand was absolutely crushing the small bun. She took her hand off, and grabbed Geoff's. "I'm so sorry." She said quietly.
"Are you okay?" He said to her, trying to be comforting. Geoff wasn't good at saying the right things all the time, but he was sure that this wasn't a happy Bridgette.
"No. This Lady Murder person is going around hurting people. Duncan's dying," She felt herself start to cry. "And Courtney hates me. She hates me and I hate her for being such an ass. I hate her."
"Bridgette." Geoff said in a whisper, wondering where all this was coming from. "Why are you talking like that?"
She ignored him, getting up from the table, grabbing her phone. "I'm calling Courtney and telling her to come over. I'm going to confront her and get her to talk. If she hates me, I wanna know why."
Geoff stood up to object, but Bridgette snarled at him.
"And I don't give a damn if you try to stop me."
Geoff stared at her, walking off to their bedroom. First Courtney, then Bridgette. What was happening? It was as if everyone he cared about was changing for the worst.
And he wasn't sure if it was going to turn back again.
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Courtney walked into Bridgette and Geoff's house with a large smug smile on her face. Bridgette scowled, telling her to take a seat. Courtney, looking around with suspicion, still smiling, sat down.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" She whispered. She sounded raw, like she was mad, yet she still wore that same smile. Bridgette found it disgusting.
The blonde scowled. "Why are you being an ass?"
Courtney flinched, the smile still on her face, but it fell a bit. "My boyfriend is in a coma. I'm going through a lot now."
"We all are. But you're being weird. Something's going on with you."
"What's it to you?" Her smile was gone. She stared at the floor, not looking at Bridgette. Her face was red.
Bridgette growled. "You are ruining the friendship we all had!"
"Maybe we never had one!" Courtney yelled. "Maybe I actually hate you guys!"
Bridgette was so mad. She flung herself at Courtney, and then she heard a snap. She got up quickly, looking at the brunette.
Courtney looked at her arm with horror. It looked disfigured. Bridgette gulped. She did that? She didn't mean to.
"Courtney, I didn't mean to…"
"You bitch!" Courtney shot at her. "You… you… you're gonna pay for this! You will!"
Bridgette felt her breath stop. She felt a sour feeling in her stomach, as she choked back tears. "Courtney please-"
Suddenly, Geoff and Amira shot into the room, with Geoff yelling like crazy. "Turn on the TV! Turn it on!"
Amira grabbed the remote, turning on the TV.
Bridgette looked and saw a reporter, talking furiously fast. "Just seconds ago, Lady Murder struck again, at a local grocery store. She killed a middle aged man who has yet to be identified. She left another note at the scene of the crime."
A close up of a small piece of paper was shown on the TV screen. It read:
Think you know who I am? Well, AHA- think again!
I'm much more disguised then anyone's ever been,
So all you people who feel like solving a crime-
Just know you might be dead when I strike next time.
Your loving Princess,
-Lady Murder
Amira stared at Courtney, her mouth hanging open. "But… but…"
Courtney got up, looking to her broken arm. "You all can go and die for all I care. You break into my home; you break my arm- go to hell!" Her eyes were filled with tears as she slammed the front door.
Bridgette felt helpless as she sunk to the floor, with Amira standing behind her with surprise and confusion all over her face.
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Amira couldn't believe this. Courtney had been a suspect. Courtney was Lady Murder, right? Right?
But there was someone on the TV, right then and there. And Courtney was here with a broken arm. She could have hired someone… but she would have to see.
All she knew was that the more people Lady Murder killed, the more blurry the whole thing became. She began to wonder if answers would ever come.
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That was awesome. So… Courtney might not be it! This story is very surprising… so beware- she might just strike you next!
God, I love this story.
R&R!
~cereal~