Short stories and poems

Revenge

She knew it was her last time. Her last chance to say goodbye.
Her eyes searched the depressed crowd of neighbours and strangers for her only best friend.
By the corner of a tree, near a car she spotted him watching the funeral, tears rolling down his pink cheeks. She walked to over to console him.
Even though she never had parents or friends, he made to sure to be her all. She recalled being known as his 'little princess' or his 'bebita'. She smiled to herself and placed a hand on his shoulder.
He shuddered, his hair rising. Something brought him to speak,
"Bebita?" She sensed his fear.
"Bebita, I-I'm sorry.....it-it wasn't my fault.." He sobbed, spilling fresh tears. She frowned over his words.
"It was a terrible accident princess....I badly want to take it back." Not being able to speak, she placed he hand over his heart this time.
He shivered. "You don't know what happened that night baby....I wish I could explain to you."
She sat by his side hoping he'd continue.
"They forced me to drink, those bloody idiots had you tied up and blacked out. They said they'd kill you if I didn't drink and do drugs. I couldn't fight bebita....I'm sorry."
Still she didn't quite remember anything, "Once I was drunk beyond my own knowledge ....they left me to kill you...." He weeped heavily. She stood up to leave but he went on.
"I don't really know what happened after that, I woke up yesterday inside an old shed somewhere far." His voice grew distant as she walked off.
Anger bubbled inside, her blood boiled. Plotting her revenge, she took one last look at all the people holding roses and stepped back into her coffin.

I just wrote this story while preparing for my exams. So hectic....😔
Hoping to post more.
Btw 'bebita' in Spanish means 'baby girl'.
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