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19. Fɪʟɪᴄɪᴅᴇ

I felt that pounding sensation again as I watched her run out of the door, leaving me alone in her bedroom with nothing but myself and Rosemary's body. I don't know what to do, I can't fathom what I have just caused. I don't even know how I am going to confront Cynthia. But, I can't keep running away from my problems, look where it's led me. And there's no more sugar coating anything, so there's no point in trying.

The pounding grew stronger and stronger, causing the room to start spinning again. I need something to take the edge off, I need a minute to process whatever the hell just happened. Some booze won't hurt, I suppose. It's not like there's anyone to tell me no.

I sat at a small desk in my room and poured myself a drink. It was glass after glass, I couldn't stop myself, but I don't feel bad about it. I heard a knock on my door, which was followed by Bonnie entering the room. She hopped up on the desk and sat down on the table.

I completely forgot that there's still people here. Besides Cynthia, mostly everyone that lived in this apartment was gone in some way. I rubbed my eyes to try to see straight.

"What do you want?" I groaned, combing my hair with my fingers. The sensation isn't going away.

She shrugged. "I don't know... just thought I'd ask what the ruckus was all about. I saw Lucielle storming out of the room and leaving."

"I fucked up, and this time I don't have a plan."

She tapped her fingers on the wooden table as I sipped the alcohol, never putting the glass down. Maybe if I drank enough it would kill me. She stared at me with a blank expression, filling the room with a heavy and cold feeling.

"I guess in the midst of things, I probably should apologize for something."

"What?" For some reason, my stomach started twisting into knots.

"I just apologize. I know Angela deserves one, poor thing."

"What the hell are you talking about, Bonnie?"

She started to grin, but her eyes were soulless. "I know you're not over that loss, and neither am I. It's quite a heavy burden for me, too"

I sat in silence as I tried to process what she was saying. I felt the anger and pain building up.

"Bonnie, I swear to god, what did you do?"

"I'm real sorry, Quinn."

I put my glass down. My hands were trembling as they formed into fists. The grown woman sitting next to me that I trusted in my house and into my life had inflicted so much grief onto me. I can't process all of this, too much is happening at once. But, all I can feel right now is an ache in my chest and rage flowing through my veins.

"Why?" I asked, my voice cracking, "why would you do this to me?"

She was unbothered, her "apology" was completely meaningless. "I was jealous, I guess. I've always wanted to feel love the way you loved her, and so I took her away from you. I said I was sorry, though."

Suddenly, I couldn't hold myself back. I struck her across the face, grabbing her and forcing her to the ground. I pressed my knee on her so she couldn't stand up as she gripped onto my wrist, pushing against me. For someone not even five feet tall, she was way stronger than she looked.

"Let go of me, you son of a bitch. You did this to yourself." I hissed.

She didn't say a word, she found all of this amusing. She giggled as she fought back, attempting to kick me off of her. It didn't take but a fierce jab to the stomach for me fall back. As I stood up to compose myself, she opened the drawer in the desk, reaching for a handheld gun I didn't even realize was in there. But, somehow, she knew, and she instantly aimed it towards me. She didn't pull the trigger, but she intimidated me with just the sight of it.