DIRTY LAUNDRY

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Break another mirror to keep away the stares of another guilty reflex,
a reflection left in tears •

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed when Lisa played us what she had on Andie.
"Holy fucking shit!"

"This is serious." Jack added.
We were all glancing at each other, thinking of possible solutions what to do with it.

"How did you make her talk?" He asked. I also wanted to know, so my eyes stopped on her, awaiting a response.

"I brought her a bottle of champagne, we used to drink it at sleepovers. We'd order pizza, bitch about guys and watch cheesy rom-coms. I cried a fake apology, told her I miss her and how I lost my best friend and stuff, she bought it immediately." She explained.

"You are a genius, I swear." I told her.

"Yeah, I get like that sometimes." She chuckled and handed us a small USB.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"The juicy stuff. Everything I have on her and the last recording I promised. Hopefully it all sorts out. Then I'm buying dinner and lots of mojitos." She smiled at us.

I don't think I've ever been that thankful for a person before, well yeah for Jack but that's completely different. 

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"Jack wasn't there when we were having sex, I felt his absence, so it was clear to me, something was up. But I couldn't have him leave me. I still love him, you know..."

Jack has been playing the recording over and over again. He was mostly mad but a part of him still became anxious when he heard her voice. I just let him listen.

"I didn't mean to do it Lis, I just, I wanted to feel him again, everywhere. I wanted for him to want me again, just once more."

"Jesus. The girl is sick." He said. His eyebrows were narrowed, creating a small wrinkly V on his forehead.

"Yes, she is." I agreed. "She'll get what's coming to her, don't worry."

"Don't you get it Alex, she needs help, not punishment." He said. I looked at him, his eyes filled with confusion. I said nothing, I only nodded.

"I never meant to hurt him, you have to believe me. Sometimes he would get drunk and not remember things clearly the next day, I just... I thought he'd wake up in the morning and everything would be alright. Like every other night."

She was practically crying but it didn't move me. She needed professional psychiatric help, I agreed with Jack on that. But as far as the sympathy thing goes, I had none for her. If you really love someone like you claim, you don't hurt them like this or at all for that matter.

"But why roofies? You could've just talked to him, Jack always listens."
I heard Lisa's voice.

"Not to me. I don't know. It was supposed to just make him more willing. I needed him there with me. I know I fucked up, I fucked it up a while ago. He hates me. The only person I ever loved now hates my fucking guts."
She sobbed. I gulped and glanced at Jack again. He seemed disappointed and sad.

"You know..." He started. "I can't help but feel a bit guilty myself. I never really bothered talking to her, find this shit out, I mean..."

"No, don't you dare blame yourself!" I almost shouted. "You overdosed on sleeping pills, what the hell Jack, you could've died!" I was so sick of him blaming himself for everything that's been going on.