The Grim Room
CHAPTER 7 (PAID)
Alison, wiping her blonde bangs out of her face like she always did, sat on the edge of Becca’s bed, shock appearing on her face at what her best friend was suggesting.
“What do you mean you want me to talk to Silver about Chris? Are you nuts! First off, you’re the one who’s always telling me to get away from ‘that creep’ as you call him”—she used finger-air-quotes—“and secondly, why do you want to see Chris so desperately?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
Rebecca, folding laundry on her loveseat, rebuffed. “Look, Ali. There’s nothing to worry about, ok? I love Jake, you know that as much as me. I just want—”
“Closure,” Alison finished for her.
Blushing apple-red, Rebecca said, “Yes.”
“And Silver?”
“The guy is a freaking cree…
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