"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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My eyes refused to leave Picasso's door. I had decided to arrive early to mentally prepare myself mentally to stay calm the entire time. My hands fidgeting with each other because I remembered because my mind kept on replaying my mom's words to not bite my nails. Kelly was seated on the other end of the diner to provide protection. It was Blake's idea of somebody accompanying me as he was afraid of what happened the last time when I went alone.
Obviously, I did not back down so easily and informed them that I know how to take care of myself and that Picasso was a public place so Lola wouldn't think of doing anything foolish, but if I had learned anything about Blake was that he was more stubborn than me when it came to protect me. So, I decided to Kelly to come along just because I did not want him worrying about me while he was dining with the McAllister's.
There were three different topics my mind was thinking about at the same time. Would I get something useful from Lola? Were our efforts successful? Will we catch the killer soon now? I would have been much calm at the moment only if I knew that by the end of the night I would get answers to all these three.
A small smile appeared on my face as I stood up from my booth to greet Lola. She simply waved at me and sat in front of me. I shot Kelly a look who nodded in respose as she took a sip from her coffee.
"Thank you for meeting me," Lola sweetly said.
"Of course. I am in desperate need of answers and plus, I was ready to bury this hatchet now. I believe the both of us are mature enough to forgive each other now," I replied, hoping she won't ruin this evolving moment.
"Before I answer your questions, I just want to know two things." she said and for a second, I was taken by surprise and a little hesitation started bubbling inside me, but I guess I do owe her a few answers.
"If I hadn't slept with Dewey, will you guys have lasted forever?" her eyes were keen to know my reply.
I took a deep breathe before responding. The answer was a clear no. But I knew that I had to answer creatively. This was for her to move on and forget the horrible thing she did and as much as I wanted to help her stop thinking that she was a monster, I also did not want to be trapper further because judging by the first question, I could make a wild guess about her second question.
"No. We would have drifter apart after I went to the city and I say this confidently now is because I know myself much better now and Dewey was never going to be 'the one' if you believe in that. But at the time, when you slept with him, I was a naive girl who did not know how to stand up for herself and was dependant on others. Like it or not, but it did break my heart." I said. Her hazel eyes did not leave the water pitcher on the table, not even after I gave her an answer.
"I had no idea you'll were going serious. I personally knew that guy really well and I just assumed you were another fling. When you insulted me at my dad's wedding I was so mad at you. I even planned an elaborate revenge plan, but my stepmother asked me to calm down and think about it rationally before I did something that I would eventually regret and that is when I realised that for Dewey, maybe you were just another girl, but for you, he was important."
