Uncovering Dahlia's Truth

The story

"Angel."

Angel's eyes fluttered. She saw a figure looming over her through her blurry eyesight. She jumped up out of terror and her breathing started slowing down when she noticed who it was.

It was only Brooklyn.

"Wha-what happened?" She asked, rubbing her throbbing head. She looked around to see Brooklyn's familiar oak wood bookshelf, cream coloured walls and messy desk. She was lying in his bed.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Your drink was tampered with. I came as soon as I could and found you lying on the floor at the party." He shook his head and looked her straight in the eye. "I nearly had a heart attack."

She coughed and sat up straighter and then sat back again when her headache increased.

"Did you see anyone put anything in your drink?" He asked, resting his hand on hers. "I found the shattered glass next to you. Do you think you can remember anything?"

Angel shook her head. "No. But I think it's clear who did this."

Brooklyn was silent. "But it doesn't make sense," he growled, frustrated. "He or she drugged you, and didn't immediately, uh...umm -"

"Kill me?" Angel finished bitterly. She sat up straighter, ignoring her headache. "I'll tell you why. She's taunting us. It's all a game to her. She must be enjoying this."

"We don't know if it's a she," he countered. "But this person is a definite psychopath."

"Whoever this friend of Dahlia was, I'm sick of her or him or it!" Angel said, her voice raising. Brooklyn sat back a bit. "We need answers, and we need to find people who can give it to us"

"Who?"

Angel closed her mouth. Cathy. That's who. But she promised Cathy she wouldn't tell Brooklyn her secret.

"I'll figure it out," she said sharply, wiping hair out of her face.

And she will.

* * *

Angel rang the doorbell and stood back, starring at the surroundings of the interior of the apartment building around her. She wiped her hands on her skirt and took a deep breath, her face set. The door swung open.

"Angel," Cathy said, her face seeming to shrivel. Her eyes started darting behind Angel, searching behind her.

"I came alone," Angel said and Cathy's eyes directed back towards her. "I need answers. And you're giving them to me."

Cathy stood up straight, her pupils growing wider. "A-Angel," she said, looking behind Angel, as well as to the left and to the right. "You can't be here."

"I can do whatever I want." She said, her temper getting the better of her. "Who was Dahlia's friend?" She asked, not bothering to beat around the bush in any way.

Cathy grew as white as a sheet. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bullshit!" Angel growled, her face scrunching up and her fists tightening. "You know exactly what I'm talking about!"