"I saw the rock being thrown. I watched Mrs. DiLaurentis burry Ali alive. I watched Grunwald pull her out. I watched the whole thing go down, but I did not see Bethany that night. One friend to the next. I didn't see Bethany before she was six feet under. One friend supposidly six feet under, then in the same spot another one is really six feet under. Dead, dead, dead!" I can't believe Bethany got mixed up in all of this, she didn't deserve it.
"What do you mean? Bethany was your friend?" Okay I thought that was a litle bit obvious, btu then again Mike had a confused look on his face too.
"Ya, we were childhood friends, before she went mentaly insaine."
"Do you know why Bethany could have been at that house? Why she escaped and ended up there?"
"I have no ide-. Wait, I might know. The last time I went to visit her, I told her I was moving and that night was going to be last day in Pennslyvania. I told her I was spending the night at Toby's. SHe must have come to say goodbye to me one last time. It's all my fault she's dead."
"No, it's not. You didn't kill her." Mike tried to comfort me, but it didn't work.
"Ya, but I put her there." I tried to have him see my reasoning.
"SHe put herself there. You didn't ask her to come." Holbrook I guess was on Mikes side.
"Ya, but I told her I would be there. If I didn't she would have gone to my house or not have escaped at all."
"Macy, you can try to blame this on yourself as much as you want, but no one else will ever blame you." Holbrook even tried to comfort me..
"Okay." I gave into their reasoning.
"Now that we have that all figured out, you are free to leave." Holbrook started to get up.
"I have more to tell you." With that Holbrook sat back down.
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New to Rosewood (a pretty little liars fanfic)
FanfictionHey, I'm Macy Marshall. I just moved to Rosewood to live with my aunt and uncle, the Cavanaugh family, after the death of my mother. When I returned to Rosewood a lot of memories returned as well and these memories I prefer not to remember. Things...
