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CHERRY SPUN AROUND HER LIVING ROOM!
Some pop music was playing off her speaker. Every single one of her thoughts had been overbearing and terrifying.
The stub of a joint was discarded somewhere on the coffee table. Her mind was finally away from thoughts of imminent death. Unfortunately, they shifted to something much worse.
Finney Blake.
A soft knock came from the front door. Her father wasn't supposed to be home for another hour and she'd been instructed to not open the door for anybody.
Some part of her hoped it was Finney. She wanted it to be him.
Without shutting the music off, she approached the door, glancing out the peephole.
The curly-haired individual on the other side of the door was not who she'd been expecting.
Vivienne fiddled with a thin envelope, bringing her fist against the door like she was in a rush. She didn't look armed, what harm could she possibly bring?
As any person with a functioning brain would, she pulled the door open, tilting her head at her old best friend.
She knew she was supposed to feel unnerved, but all she felt was guilt. The girl on the other side of the door has been her best friend for years. As unkind as she occasionally was, she'd never done anything to harm her.
"Hi." Vivienne greeted, her voice uneven. "Can I come in?"
Cherry nodded slowly, moving to the side to allow the other girl to pass. She didn't want to think about it, but part of her was suspicious.
"Someone left this under my pillow last night." Vivienne gestured to the letter in her hand. "I don't know what to do."
Cherry took the envelope from the girl's hand, pulling out the folded paper inside. Her eyes skimmed the familiar scrawl.
Love and possession are not the same thing. Nothing you own is really yours. Not even your brain.
- V
Maybe Vivienne wrote it herself. That'd rule her out, right?
Cherry winced at her thought. What the fuck was wrong with her? When did she become so paranoid? So accusatory?
She had absolutely no proof to back up the things going through her head. Yet, she still double-checked that every door was locked. She couldn't look at her friends the same.
"Please say something." Vivienne spoke, bringing the other girls' attention back to her.
"You need to turn this in. It's evidence." Cherry handed the note back to her.
