A/N: Hi and thanks for sticking with me! Here is the last chapter and some final notes for the reviewers!
Virgo Sap Fire: Glad you liked it! Hope you like the rest of it!
Becky Lucinda: Lol, shocking, isn't it? Keep reading!
Angel9220042004: glad you like it! Stay tuned to find out why!
LockDown: the first fight was a dream, remember? I know, Randal as a Junior P.I., crazy, but I couldn't think of anyone else. Hope you update soon! I've been busy so I haven't been on much, but I will try to be soon. Stay tuned!
One Feather: Glad you enjoyed it so much! My high school is boring compared to this too and I think I proved I watch too many soaps! Well, thanks and I hope you read the rest of this and my other stuff.
LilVickiRyan: lol Glad you liked. Stay tuned.
Yankee Doodle Blonde: Yes, they are! My friends and I used to knock on firehouse doors to talk to them (too bad the old ones were on duty when we went) Glad you like it (and I remembered you liked the name Ethan from your other story) Stay tuned!
Damson rhee: Thanks! Hope you like the end!
SPINELLI'S POV
The funeral was one of the most emotional events any of us ever attended. Well, of course it was sad, it was a funeral after all, but what made it even more emotional was the reason Gretchen had left us at the young age of twenty-eight. Nobody expected it to happen, and nobody knew quite what to make of her suicide until the end of the funeral when a man came up to us.
"Which one of you is Ashley Spinelli?" he asked, his clear blue eyes filled with tears.
"I am," I replied, looking at him with curiosity. He was quite a bit older than us, so I didn't think he was her husband, but then again, anything was possible.
"I'm Miss Gretchen's butler," he said, as if he were reading my mind. "I was the one who found her body, and," he paused for a moment, swallowing a lump in his throat. "I found her body the day she died. I had gone to run an errand for her, and when I came back, she was already, well, you know,"
"I don't mean to be rude, but what exactly does this have to do with my wife?" TJ demanded.
"Well, right before she died, Miss Gretchen left a note for her," he answered, handing an envelope over to Spinelli and walking away. Spinelli opened the envelope and looked at the note, tears spreading down her cheeks.
"Spin? Are you ok?" Jenn asked.
"She blames me," Spinelli whispered in disbelief, looking at the paper in shock.
"What do you mean, she blames you?" Vicki hugged her friend. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"If anything, you were the one who supported her until she ruined our friendship," Kellie added.
"What does the note say?" Ashley Q wanted to know, sitting down in a nearby chair next to KJ.
Spinelli took a deep breath and began to read:
Spinelli,
Once upon a time, you and I were the best of friends, we shared sleepovers, clothes and secrets. We were as close as any sisters, and even when the other girls joined our group, we still had that special bond that no one could take away. Or so I thought.
When we entered high school, I told you I was scared, I wasn't sure I could handle such pressure. You smiled and told me it was ok, and the subject never came up again. Then you and the other girls joined activities and became busier: Sammi with her cheerleading, Vicki in the Psychology Club, Kellie had her newspaper column, Jessie had debate, Jenn had her softball and you had your kickboxing. None of us had that much time to hang out freshman year, and you and I saw less of each other, and that bond seemed to fade. Yet you never seemed to notice. You just acted like things were the same, when they weren't. it hurt me deeply that you didn't seem to care, Spinelli. Which is why when Ashley A. offered to give me that makeover, I accepted. I figured that if I looked good, then maybe I would get more attention. And it led to me dating more, and partying more than I ever thought possible. I knew having sex with all those guys was wrong, but I wanted to fill that void of loneliness. I mean sure, we all hung out at school at times, we sometimes had our sleepovers, but like I said, it wasn't the same. I felt lonely without you always there, so I felt that giving myself to guys was the only way not to feel that way. And then I lost you all for good, and I got lonelier, so I slept with more guys, but by that time, I had moved on to college guys, guys that would just use me and I would never see them again. Well, that behavior came to bite me in the ass when I looked in the mirror and saw a twenty-eight year old woman who was living what in the outside seemed to be a good life, I had a nice house and a good job because I had connections to the boss, but in reality, I had nothing. No friends, no husband and no self worth left. I was just a woman who got by on sexual favors. What do I have to live for? Then I got the worst news. Thanks to my behavior, I had contracted another STD, one that could one day end up being fatal. So I am leaving now, ending it before I need to suffer any more than I already have. It's over, my life is over. Perhaps if you were there when I was scared all those years ago, I would still be here and you would not be reading this. But you broke that bond when you got too busy for me, and we lost it all. You weren't there when I was scared Spinelli, none of you were. So I leave you now with that thought in mind.
"She stopped writing there," Spinelli choked out, wiping her tears away.
"So sad, I feel so bad," Sammi cried, wiping away her own tears.
"If only we would have seen it coming," Jessie added sadly.
"But you couldn't have known, you girls did the best you could," Hustler Kid told them.
"You were good friends to her, but she chose to have sex with those guys, that behavior was her choice," King Bob added.
"Friends drift apart, but she had no reason to blame you for it," Lawson said. Skeenz and King Freddie nodded in agreement.
"But she's right, I was busy, I wasn't a good friend," Spinelli argued.
"But you were, and it's a shame she couldn't see it," KJ assured her.
"I know, I just hope that wherever she is, she knows how sorry I am and knows that I will always have a place in my heart for her," Spinelli told them as they walked outside, all of them remembering the girl who once had it all, but threw it all away for reasons none of them would truly understand, despite her claims that they were to blame.
A/N: and that's the end! It wasn't what I expected, but the letter and the butler partially came from the First Wives Club book I read awhile back. Hope you enjoyed this story and stay tuned for my next one, which will be up soon! Bring on the soul hugs as we end this story. Thank you and happy reading!
Virgo Sap Fire: Glad you liked it! Hope you like the rest of it!
Becky Lucinda: Lol, shocking, isn't it? Keep reading!
Angel9220042004: glad you like it! Stay tuned to find out why!
LockDown: the first fight was a dream, remember? I know, Randal as a Junior P.I., crazy, but I couldn't think of anyone else. Hope you update soon! I've been busy so I haven't been on much, but I will try to be soon. Stay tuned!
One Feather: Glad you enjoyed it so much! My high school is boring compared to this too and I think I proved I watch too many soaps! Well, thanks and I hope you read the rest of this and my other stuff.
LilVickiRyan: lol Glad you liked. Stay tuned.
Yankee Doodle Blonde: Yes, they are! My friends and I used to knock on firehouse doors to talk to them (too bad the old ones were on duty when we went) Glad you like it (and I remembered you liked the name Ethan from your other story) Stay tuned!
Damson rhee: Thanks! Hope you like the end!
SPINELLI'S POV
The funeral was one of the most emotional events any of us ever attended. Well, of course it was sad, it was a funeral after all, but what made it even more emotional was the reason Gretchen had left us at the young age of twenty-eight. Nobody expected it to happen, and nobody knew quite what to make of her suicide until the end of the funeral when a man came up to us.
"Which one of you is Ashley Spinelli?" he asked, his clear blue eyes filled with tears.
"I am," I replied, looking at him with curiosity. He was quite a bit older than us, so I didn't think he was her husband, but then again, anything was possible.
"I'm Miss Gretchen's butler," he said, as if he were reading my mind. "I was the one who found her body, and," he paused for a moment, swallowing a lump in his throat. "I found her body the day she died. I had gone to run an errand for her, and when I came back, she was already, well, you know,"
"I don't mean to be rude, but what exactly does this have to do with my wife?" TJ demanded.
"Well, right before she died, Miss Gretchen left a note for her," he answered, handing an envelope over to Spinelli and walking away. Spinelli opened the envelope and looked at the note, tears spreading down her cheeks.
"Spin? Are you ok?" Jenn asked.
"She blames me," Spinelli whispered in disbelief, looking at the paper in shock.
"What do you mean, she blames you?" Vicki hugged her friend. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"If anything, you were the one who supported her until she ruined our friendship," Kellie added.
"What does the note say?" Ashley Q wanted to know, sitting down in a nearby chair next to KJ.
Spinelli took a deep breath and began to read:
Spinelli,
Once upon a time, you and I were the best of friends, we shared sleepovers, clothes and secrets. We were as close as any sisters, and even when the other girls joined our group, we still had that special bond that no one could take away. Or so I thought.
When we entered high school, I told you I was scared, I wasn't sure I could handle such pressure. You smiled and told me it was ok, and the subject never came up again. Then you and the other girls joined activities and became busier: Sammi with her cheerleading, Vicki in the Psychology Club, Kellie had her newspaper column, Jessie had debate, Jenn had her softball and you had your kickboxing. None of us had that much time to hang out freshman year, and you and I saw less of each other, and that bond seemed to fade. Yet you never seemed to notice. You just acted like things were the same, when they weren't. it hurt me deeply that you didn't seem to care, Spinelli. Which is why when Ashley A. offered to give me that makeover, I accepted. I figured that if I looked good, then maybe I would get more attention. And it led to me dating more, and partying more than I ever thought possible. I knew having sex with all those guys was wrong, but I wanted to fill that void of loneliness. I mean sure, we all hung out at school at times, we sometimes had our sleepovers, but like I said, it wasn't the same. I felt lonely without you always there, so I felt that giving myself to guys was the only way not to feel that way. And then I lost you all for good, and I got lonelier, so I slept with more guys, but by that time, I had moved on to college guys, guys that would just use me and I would never see them again. Well, that behavior came to bite me in the ass when I looked in the mirror and saw a twenty-eight year old woman who was living what in the outside seemed to be a good life, I had a nice house and a good job because I had connections to the boss, but in reality, I had nothing. No friends, no husband and no self worth left. I was just a woman who got by on sexual favors. What do I have to live for? Then I got the worst news. Thanks to my behavior, I had contracted another STD, one that could one day end up being fatal. So I am leaving now, ending it before I need to suffer any more than I already have. It's over, my life is over. Perhaps if you were there when I was scared all those years ago, I would still be here and you would not be reading this. But you broke that bond when you got too busy for me, and we lost it all. You weren't there when I was scared Spinelli, none of you were. So I leave you now with that thought in mind.
"She stopped writing there," Spinelli choked out, wiping her tears away.
"So sad, I feel so bad," Sammi cried, wiping away her own tears.
"If only we would have seen it coming," Jessie added sadly.
"But you couldn't have known, you girls did the best you could," Hustler Kid told them.
"You were good friends to her, but she chose to have sex with those guys, that behavior was her choice," King Bob added.
"Friends drift apart, but she had no reason to blame you for it," Lawson said. Skeenz and King Freddie nodded in agreement.
"But she's right, I was busy, I wasn't a good friend," Spinelli argued.
"But you were, and it's a shame she couldn't see it," KJ assured her.
"I know, I just hope that wherever she is, she knows how sorry I am and knows that I will always have a place in my heart for her," Spinelli told them as they walked outside, all of them remembering the girl who once had it all, but threw it all away for reasons none of them would truly understand, despite her claims that they were to blame.
A/N: and that's the end! It wasn't what I expected, but the letter and the butler partially came from the First Wives Club book I read awhile back. Hope you enjoyed this story and stay tuned for my next one, which will be up soon! Bring on the soul hugs as we end this story. Thank you and happy reading!