AN: Okay, this is the last chapter. I realize this is a short fic, and I am sorry. I plan on writing more soon. Thank you, I hope you enjoyed it. Please continue to send reviews. Please.
The living room was filled with voices, all five friends talking at once. They were trying to come up with a way to tell Allison about Benny without her getting upset.
Finally, Joanne came in with a voice of reason. "Guys, there's nothing we can do. I was the one who killed him, so I think I should tell her."
No one argued. "She's going to hit you," said Maureen.
"She might, but I can take her." No one argued with that, either.
Five minutes before she was supposed to be there, Mimi realized something. She nudged Roger. "Maybe I should wait in the bedroom," she whispered.
Roger nodded. "Better if she only attacks one of us tonight." He winked.
There came a knock at the door, and Mimi ran off. Roger went to answer it.
The wealthy Allison Grey looked very out of place in the dingy hallway. She was wearing a stunning striped blouse with a knee-length skirt, and a diamond necklace. And, of course, black high heels.
"Hello, Allison."
"Roger!" she squealed, and hugged him "It's been so long!"
"Right," he said, feeling hatred rising inside of him.
She walked in, clicking her fancy heels. "Wow, what a lovely, ah, place you have," she motioned around the apartment. Glancing around the room, she asked, "So, where is Benny?"
With this, Joanne stood and walked over to her. She shook her hand. "I'm Joanne Jefferson."
"Nice to meet you." She continued to look around. "Benny?" she called, searching the kitchen area.
"Um, Allison?" said Joanne. Allison finally began to notice the distressed looks on everyone's faces.
"What? Where is he?"
"Allison, Benny—he's gone"
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"I think she's asleep," said Mimi, sitting on the couch next to Allison.
After Joanne had explained everything to Allison about how Benny had died, she had lunged at her. Mark and Roger immediately pulled her off of Joanne, kicking and screaming.
"HOW COULD YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!" she shrieked, bursting into a fit of tears.
"Allison, it was self-defense!" wailed Joanne. "You should have seen him, he was going to kill us all!"
"I don't care, I don't care!" Mark and Roger let go of her. She collapsed and moaned Benny's name.
As if things weren't bad enough, Mimi came running out of the bedroom, alarmed. She looked down at the bawling Allison
Allison looked up. Her eyes went livid. "You!" she yelled, jumping up and throwing herself at Mimi, sending her flying to the ground.
Roger jumped, and with all his strength, threw Allison off of Mimi. She landed on her feet, tripped, and fell back on the couch. With a great sigh, she passed out.
"I envy her," said Mark. "She's actually getting some sleep."
They agreed it was time to crash. Roger and Mimi headed to their bedroom, Mark to his, and Maureen and Joanne to the guest. As soon as each of their frazzled heads hit their pillows, they were dead in sleep.
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Roger woke with a start when he heard a small shriek coming from the living room. But when his mind told him to get up, his muscles refused. He drifted in and out of sleep for a few minutes, before finally wrenching himself from beneath the sheets.
The Loft was dark. He hit the lights. As his eyes found the couch where Allison had been sleeping, he lost his breath.
There lay Allison, blood dripping from two long cuts in each wrist. She held a steak knife from the kitchen in her right hand. Her eyes were still open, which almost made Roger vomit.
He yelled out, "Help!" and within a minute all five of them stood around the couch, some crying.
Alarm clocks from both bedrooms sounded as they struck 7:00 A.M. Sunlight poured in from the window, causing the blood on Allison's wrists to glisten.
Another day in the lives of the Bohemians had begun.