Her Bad Girl

HBG 17

(Karina and Dawn in MM)

~Dawn

After waiting for Rachel to come home and feeling guilty for what I did with Karina, I began to fall into anxiety. Rachel had been gone for almost 24 hours and there had been a shooting at a restaurant involving Raul. What if he killed her? What if she was dead?

If she made it home, I swore to myself I'd tell her what I did. I would give her the honest truth and thats the fact that I cheated on her. She was my world honestly. One of the few people that had ever been there for me in my whole life. My family had turned against me when I came out and so I had been traveling the lonely road of solitude for years until I met Rachel. I don't know what I would do if something happened to her. I loved her.

As I watched the news, I paid close attention hoping and praying that Rachel wasn't one of the many people who had been killed.

This just in all the bodies found have all been identified. Raul Vazquez, Juanito Rioz, John Manor, Sarah Nuez, Laura Bold, Karon Shumer, Jacob Manor, Garrison Jones, Janika Randolph, and Rachel Helms. Sources say it was a massacre. We have news that the father of one of the victims, Rachel Helms, witnessed her be shot in cold blood and ran to alarm the police immediately.

I sat there in shock unable to speak. She was gone. Shot dead by either Raul or Nika. The woman I had planned to spend the rest of my life with was gone forever. I burst into tears as I sat in disbelief that the woman whom I had spent the last few years with my life with, was never coming back home and I would never see her again. And the last thing I did before her death was cheat on her.

~Karina

I sat on my bed crying as I watched the news. After they said Nika's name, I was no more good. Nothing can prepare a person for their best friend's death. Nothing.

Somehow, it made me wish I had gone to the restaurant with her. Sure I probably would have died too, but who cares? Nobody because the only person who ever cared about me is dead. My mother doesn't care, my father doesn't care and doesn't even know me, and Dawn surely doesn't care.

I knew she must have been uoset about her fiance dying. She had gone home yesterday after our affair and I hadn't heard from her since. In a way, I was glad because after seeing that Nika was dead, I didn't want to be bothered with anyone.

Things were just so out of wack. However, I knew Nika wouldn't want me to give up. She would want me to better myself, and thats exactly what I was going to do.

One week later

~Patrick

I was at Rachel's funeral and would be attending Nika's later. They both would be getting cremated. Nika because nobody could afford her casket.

Rachel's funeral was filled with mostly her coworkers. She didn't have much family on her mother's side and she didn't have many friends. Dawn sat at the front row crying her eyes out. I knew she must have been pretty hurt that her fiancee was dead. Oh well. She'll find another.

I went up to give my speech.

"My daughter....sorry...I just...wooh... My daughter was the light of my life. She was a beautiful soul. I'm so sad to see her in a casket today having lost her life. A father should never outlive his children. It hurts like hell to see her gone so soon." I made myself cry to make it look like I really cared.

"Now, a few words from the love of Rachel's life, Dawn." The pastor spoke. Dawn slowly walked up and started her speech.

"Wow...ummm I didn't write a speech for this. It's just from the heart. I love Rachel so much and although we were not perfect, we made it work as best we could. I just can't believe she's gone. She cared so much for me and vice versa. I just wish I could have been better and perfect to her. I didn't deserve her while she was on this earth and mow that she's gone...I don't know what I'll do without her." Dawn broke down and the pastor hugged her and walked her back to her seat.

I felt kind of bad. Just a twinge of guilt. I mean, she was like a daughter to me. I raised her. Okay, I'll admit it I do feel bad and I will miss her. But this is for the best.

Two hours later

I sat at Nika's funeral watching her friend, Karina who was also Dawns Parolee, cry. Her funeral was picked with a bunch of thugs and gang members. Her family was there and her children. Things looked a lot more cheaper and even a bit tacky compared to Rachel's funeral, but it was still nice.

Nobody gave a speech because everyone was too torn up about her death. They even poured a 40 ounce on the ground, which was kind of weird seeing as we were inside a church, but the oastor said nothing. Probably because he was scared. I decided to leave early in fear of my car being stolen or someone robbing me. It may be a funeral, but these bafoons sure as hell will take any opportunity to rub somebody so I'm getting the hell out of here.