Worshiping Her

chapter one

"Franny this isn't you. I know you aren't capable of hurting me. You love me, remember?" A salty tear fell from his dark brown eyes and down his cheek. "Franny I- I love you please look at me.

I let out a dry chuckle and brought my gun up to his head. I couldn't stand to look at him. He's right, I do love him. But he lied to me, he used me, he got close to me only to betray me.

Not only was I standing here with a gun to my best friend but also someone I've fallen in love with. Someone who I thought loved me.

He has to die and I have to be the one to kill him, if it wasn't for me none of this would have happened.

I cocked the gun"Don't call me Franny ever again, and I never could have loved you."

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7 Months Earlier:

Francesca

"It's a Friday night and you mean to tell me that you don't feel like going to a party or something. Are you sick?" Dahlia checked my head for a fever.

I roll my eyes, Sadly she was being serious.

Dahlia Simmons. My best friend since 8th grade. Her being my only friend because apparently I'm not very approachable according to my family but I consider myself to be a very nice person. Well I try to be one, yea that's a lie but not the point right now. It's always been Dahlia and I against the world. She's my partner in crime and we do everything together. She was there when I had my first heartbreak when I lost my mom, brother and everything after that. And luckily for me, she's equally as bitchy so she also doesn't have many friends.

"I'm not sick dumbass" I move her hand off my forehead. "I have this stupid family dinner later and daddy dearest says attendance is mandatory."

In reality, my dad wants to have dinner for his mafia friends and wants us to be there. But Dahlia doesn't need to know about that. She knows about my family but I prefer to spare her the details.

"Well can I come with? Chad has work tonight so I can't go to his house and I don't feel like staying with my parents." Dahlia faked a pout on her face. "Pretty please."

I can't say no to that face. "Fine you can stay for dinner, and please break up with Chad. He's an asshole." I cannot stand fucking Chad. "He's not so bad." She looks down and fumbles with her fingers

"Yea keep lying to yourself love." I hop off of my bed. "I'm gonna go get ready, you can wear something out of my closet."

After I got out of my shower I spent the next 30 minutes making sure my hair was bone straight, I refuse to show my natural hair. It's like not curly but wavy at the same time and it just looks awkward.

I did my makeup which includes dark red lipstick and a smoky eye .

I then put on some type of two-piece black dress. After putting on my dress I observe myself in the mirror. I've always hated my body. Nobody knows that though everyone sees me as this confident fat girl who loves her body and I plan to keep it that way. It's better then being seen as weak.

I've done everything and I mean everything to try to lose weight. Diets, workouts, even starving myself.

Ever since I was little, my mother installed in me what beauty was and If I didn't feel confident, I had to fake it. So that's what I do. Fake it.

"Date prisa, carajo Francesca." I almost got whiplash from how hard I turned my neck. (Hurry up the fuck up Francesca.)

"Me asustaste Como la mierda" I look at Lilura my older sister. She was wearing a black pants suit with a deep v-cut and black heels.