His Girlfriend

A Guilty Conscience

Megan POV

My heels clicked against the glossy floor as Kianna and Drita walked with me. Trey had a left a bit earlier then me to meet his friends and I stayed behind to get some more rest in.

All the worrying and stressing I was doing was draining me. I had no will to attend this early breakfast but because it was mandatory I was here, reluctantly.

Drita: your hair is extra curly today." she complimented as I smiled.

Me: thank you ma'am."

Drita: it's a kinky curly install?"

Me: no girl this is my hair." I laughed. Her eyes grew big as she combed her fingers through it.

Drita: you need to teach me how to do my hair natural like this. I swear I thought this was your natural hair." she said as her hands trinkled in my hair.

Me: I will do so, you have pretty hair my doll." I cooed.

She blushed as Kianna opened the glass doors to the back of Trey's Estate. We had been at this building so many times, but the decoration of it was so pretty that it was like seeing the building for the first time again.

Our heels clicked against the marble floor this time as we made our way to the top floor balcony.

Kianna: I wonder what Trey is going to talk about this morning." she said as I eyed her.

Drita: Me too, he said it had something to do with..Renee." she mumbled.

Kianna: it's still pretty sad to hear what happened to her." she added on.

Kianna: tripping and falling down a flight of stairs is crazy.." she said as my heart raced.

Drita: according to the autopsy she was drunk." she said.

Kianna: Drunk or not, she shouldn't have been by a flight a stairs. It seems suspicious to me."

Me: Suspicious?" I blurted making them look at me.

Me: Suspicious how?" I asked more calmer.

Kianna: Suspicious as in who gets drunk and dances around a flight of stares." she said as I felt myself getting sick.

Me: you think someone pushed her?" I warned as she scoffed.

Kianna: that or she threw herself off of them."

Drtia: Kianna!" she said slapping her arm.

Kianna: What??" she flustered.

Drita: don't be rude."

Kianna: I am not being rude I am being real." she clarified.

Kianna: Renee was a smart woman who loved attention." she said as the back of my throat began to tingle with nausea.

Kianna: she would not get drunk on her own and then "fall" down a flight of stairs." she continued.

Kianna: she either did this as a publicity stunt or.."

Drita:..or what?" she mumbled.

Kianna: someone killed her." she whispered. Those three words bubbled my stomach all the way up. Slapping my hand over my mouth, I caught their worried expressions.

Me: I think I am going to be sick." I burped as they looked at me. I kept my hand over my mouth as I ran towards the bathroom, running hard in my heels as I slammed into the door and into a stall, pucking my guilt away.

Drtia: Megan what the hell??" she cautioned as I threw up. I clutched my stomach as it spewed out of me like a fire hydrant.

I felt my purse slip from under my arm as one of them held my curls. Throwing up the rest, I couldn't stop the overwhelming tears in my face as I sat there.