The Good Girl(s)'s Bad Boys 3: The "Slut", The Shame, The Pain

Chapter 1: I'm Not Crazy

*Flashback*

"Why are you lying for them, Noami?" She questioned. She turned towards me with an angry face. "Why are lying for murderers?"

I took a step towards her, which resulted in her taking a step back. I sighed and readjusted my glasses. "I'm not lying, Gabi."

"Don't lie to me!" Gabi shouted before raising a gun in front of her. I widened my eyes and took steps back until my back hit the back door of the church, closing it shut.

"Gabi put the gun down," I said fearfully, keeping my voice steady. I slide down to the floor as I saw her stalk closer to me.

"You killed him," she stated. Her eyes looked like black orbs in the dark. She continued to walk towards me. "He's gone because of you."

"He wouldn't want you to do this, Gabi," I said, trying to talk some sense into her as I stared at the gun. She shook her head.

"You're right. He wouldn't. But he's not here to tell me that, is he?" Gabi questioned me before she pressed the gun to my temple. I whimpered slightly.

"Keep quiet!" Gabi exclaimed. I shut my mouth and closed my eyes. The last thing I saw was her clutching the trigger.

Okay, death. Here I come. Save me a seat at the dinner table, will you?

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Naomi screams. She screams and screams until she is wide awake in her room. She cluctched her cover to her chest and sighed in despair. She wiped her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie.

She silently hopes she didn't wake up her parents. They were already worried about her car accident - they didn't know about her night terrors. Carefully, she crept out of her bed and walked into her parents' room. Noticing that neither of their keys was on the night table, she assumed that her parents went to work early.

Naomi sighs in relief and walks downstairs to her kitchen. She opens the refrigerator and pours herself a cup of orange juice. She sips the sweetness and rubs her eyes.Slowly, Naomi turns around and finds herself face to face with a gun.

Directly in front of her face. One shot and it will instantly kill her.

The person holding the gun, she couldn't see. It was like the person was masked, but there was no mask or hood on their face. Their clothing was wet, even though it wasn't supposed to rain today. 

Naomi gulps and walks back until her back is connected to the refrigerator. The person with the gun walks closer and closer until she can feel the person's breath on her face.

Her breath hitches to a stop as she recognizes the person. "Gabi?"

"You killed him."

Naomi's eyes widen. "Gabi, wait..."

"You killed him."

Naomi drops her cup of orange juice. "I didn't mean t-"

"You killed him."

"Gabi, please," she pleaded.

"Murderer."

"No."

"Killer."

"No."

The gun is pressed against her forehead. Naomi closes her eyes and waits for the impact. "G-G-Gabi..."

Gabi pulls the trigger.

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The sound of Naomi's alarm clock startles her. She screams and covers her ears, hoping for the sound to go away. The image of the gun. Gabi's accusations. Gabi's face. Gabi's eyes.