Mona Washington (OC), an 18-year-old high school student is obliged to find out who murdered her best friend Tarni McGavin, with a little help from friend's and someone special in particular. Will they solve the case?
Written on 26/04/2023
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Chapter 22: Don't Deal With the Devil
Two months later in counseling...
Mona wearing bright red, velvet Van's shoes in leather and Black Sabbath top walks into the counselor's office. She takes a seat on a comfy seat. Mona's leg trembles as she waits impatiently for the counselor. The bright-as-day counselor enters the room with her clipboard and a big smile. "Sorry, I am late." She takes a seat at her desk and puts on her glasses. She glances at her clipboard. "How are you doing today Mona?" Mona shrugs and crosses her arms. She slouches back in the chair. "I am going alright." The counselor smiles. "I must say, Mona, your progress is going very well." Mona begins to play with Newton's silver swinging balls on her desk.
"I bet." The counselor leans forward on her desk in intriguement. "We are coming close to the end of our discussions. Do you feel like these sessions have helped you?" Mona thinks for a moment and smirks. "It has. Weirdly and stupidly. It is good to tell my story." The counselor chuckles. "Oh don't worry. Everything can be stupid and weird sometimes." Mona scoffs and leans back in her chair. "Yeah right. I bet your life is full of roses." The counselor lowers her glasses and gazes seriously at Mona. "Oh trust me, you think the room and what I wear shows that my life is great?" She shakes her head. "My father, always wanted me to become a lawyer. Just like him. But I wanted to be a counselor. To help people with their problems." Mona frowns. "Really? How does he take it now?" The counselor shrugs. "Oh trust me, he still can't accept it. I will always be a disappointment in his eyes." Mona doesn't respond and the counselor clears her throat.
"Now, back to business. Tell me more."
"Well..."
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That night, Jordan's parents took Jordan to the hospital to get cleaned up and a check-up for his sprained foot. We all went home since we couldn't tell the cops about what happened. But, John had an idea. I started thinking at night. The only way to get close to a murderer is to play along with his game.
"That sounds dangerous."
"Yeah, well it was the only way."
The key, the deaths, Abby's abduction. The raincoat. It had to start to link. I started to tell Jordan how we received messages on his phone and where he was when we found it. Who sent the messages? That was a question that remained to be seen.
During that week, Jordan had told Bailey and not me about Abby and the tape. For once, I felt I was back in reality and not seeing things. They went into the back forest of Central Park where Jordan got chased. He showed him where he hid the tape. But when they got there, it was gone.
"But it was here. I hid it well I swear."
"Well, it's not here." Bailey sighs.
Someone had that tape. The key to all our answers. Of course, nothing is ever easy. News came around about Cassandra's death. Jones came on the telly the next morning explaining how Cassandra's death was not linked to Tarni McGavin's death. Instead, she took her own life due to a suicide letter she wrote before she died. We all knew that was a lie. That it's just all once again, a cover-up. I started to think about my friends. And how they have been risking their life for me and Tarni. I had to make a call. And I had to come to my senses. I had to finish this myself.
