WHO KILLED DEBBIE?

CHAPTER 1

Deebbie Carter was a waitress at the NIGHT STRIP CLUB in Oklahoma. She was one of the most innocent lady at the bar. She didn't drink, she didn't hanged out with boys, didn't do things as other people in the club did.

Debbie was 19, a 5'8 tall and cute lady, with blonde-curly hairs and a beautiful smile which was strong to make boys go through sleepless nights.

Many stalkers roamed around her, many came to the club for her. But she knew, none of them really cared about her soul, all they wanted was her body.

Emily also used to work in the same club, every night, the creep girl needed someone new in her bed. She was proud to tell everyone that she was a bad girl, who stayed with boys everytime, drinks everytime and you'd see a huge cigar in her hand throughout the day.

Her parents weren't aware with the fact about, what her daughter was doing. However she had told them, she works in an office.

She earned a thousand dollars a month and spent them in a day, and then  begged everyone for some money.

Emily and Debbie were good friends. They didn't had very good relations, but they were friends....

One day Emily picked a call from Debbie, saying she needs help. All she could listen were her shouts

"Emy, I need your help.... I need your help now...! Please do it fast." she was terrified of something or someone?

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

*NO REPLY*

All she heard were voices saying, 'Get away, don't touch me!'

Emily held the mobile phone for a few seconds and the DEBBIE finally replied, "There's a guy in my room, he's drunk! I guess."

She cut the phone and went downstairs, drove her Toyota straight to Debbie's house. She was on the way and suddenly Debbie called her again, "Everything's alright, sorry for interruption but the guy is behaving nicely... Meet me in the morning, I'll introduce you, he's my friend now... Well, more than that though. Good bye!"

It was weird a girl calls you at 12 in the night saying there's a guy in her bedroom and then says it's alright, he's friend.

Emily's half hour were wasted, which she basically used to stalk boys- the bad ones.

She was excited to meet Debbie IN  morning, she wanted to know it all and clear it out. Who was that stranger and what he did in few minutes that he's a good friend of her now? But she never knew if that morning would ever come or not!?

Club was close, Emy decided to go and took some shots of Bacardi.

She drank too much that night, woke up in the morning and pushed boys laying on bed with her.

She went outside and tried to call Debbie. There was no response... Emily was no one to worry about Debbie, although they didn't had good relations. But she still cared about her...

Phew... Last day was interesting. She exclaimed.