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Chapter sixteen,
is this a cruel joke?
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"Are we almost there?" Citlali's arms were just looped around her moms and Chad, she wasn't at all okay after last night, and she had just despised that this masked killer wasn't even giving her time to grieve her friend.
Mariana was just in very a daze that she wasn't even responding her daughter, as it had made instantly made Chad raise his very own eyebrows at the funny behavior Mariana began to display on the arrival of certain individuals, but he didn't think much of it, as his attention went back to his very own girlfriend who was playing around with with his fingers.
He had gently spoken to her, "I think so. . ." His eyes practically widened at the graffiti of Ghostface that was on the wall, "Swear, how many fans does this masked killer have?" He had retorted.
Citlali scrunched her nose, "Like. . . a lot?" The very sound of Gale's voice ringing was just heard, and that made Citlali smile, "I wonder if she remembers me from two years ago, Anika and I had went. . . uhm, together to her book convention." She had attempted to smile at the damn memory.
Anika wasn't even a huge fan of Gale Weathers, but she went out to support her friend to meet her.
Mindy had simply remained silent around Citlali, she had felt so guilty. She should've let Anika gone into the ladder first. She had felt partially responsible for Anika's death, and just witnessing her brother's girlfriend crying it had made her feel more guilty.
Chad let a gentle smile appear on his very own lips, and pressing a very soft kiss onto his girlfriends forehead, "I'm sure that she does remember you, sweetheart. No one can forget your pretty face. . . and, I'm sure that Anika had an amazing time with you at the convention, because she absolutely loves you, and she always will." He reassured her.
Citlali had gently corrected him, it hurt as well for her to correct him, but she didn't want to have hope that her friend is alive, "Loved. . . she loved me." A frown had just appeared on her lips until her attention was just focused back towards the front of her, and at the very sound of Gale's voice but also some unknown woman.
He given her a saddened look, he felt so terrible for giving her hope that she was alive, but he didn't have a clue. None of them did, he had felt extremely bad for giving her false hope before all learnt of the truth.
The very voice of Gale Weathers had just sounded snarky to whoever she was speaking with, "It's called investigate journalism for a reason." It sounded as if she was almost just taunting the woman who was with her, "How didn't you find it? Weren't you tracking them?" She remarked.
