Heyyyyy. Sorry for not updating quicker. Things have been kind of hectic lately, and I haven't been able to access my stories for about a month. I am really, sincerely sorry.
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"Hey. Are you okay in there?"
Gentle knocks peppered the bathroom door, and a soft voice called out the question.
Marinette sat in the corner of the bathrooms, knees drawn to her chest, cold, yellowing linoleum under her bare feet.
The liar was trying to get in. Lila was just outside, facade of a nice girl still covering up her true self.
Marinette took a deep breath, coughing at the lingering stench of cigarette smoke, and stood up. She had hidden long enough to get herself together. It was time to face the demon standing outside.
She threw open the rattling door, but to her surprise, no-one was outside. Anger boiling at the way she was tricked, she marched toward the front room.
A middle aged woman lay on the patched couch. Her hair was frizzy and greying. Her face was hollow, the look of a heroin addict, and a joint hung from her outstretched fingers. Empty beer bottles and white powder lay at the feet of the couch. Marinette slowly walked past the sleeping woman, mildly horrified but not dwelling on the thought.
Lila sat on a folding chair in the kitchen. When she saw Marinette, she smiled.
"I thought you died in there. Come …."
Her words trailed off, and her smile slipped of her face like melting wax when she realized that Marinette was scowling.
"Why Lila? Why lead me on? Did you just want ammunition to use against me at school on monday?"
Lila faltered.
"I.."
Marinette bit back, suddenly a rabid wolf, unable to contain her anger.
" You what, Lila? You can't deny it can you?"
Lila dropped her head as she rose from the chair.
"Let me explain."
