“This is ridiculous,” Rachel complained. “We don’t have to argue about who did what right or not back then. I’ve even forgotten the details already. But why spread lies about me?”
Determined to save face, Monica insisted she had nothing to do with the lies, although many people have pointed to her being the source.
Rachel makes up her mind. This is it, she thought to herself. This situation has become untenable. One of us has to go. She comes up with a plan and leaves the apartment.
Back in Joey’s place across the hall, Rachel hesitates at the door. There’s no time to vacillate, she reminds herself. It’s now or never. She knocks and finds the door unlocked.
What she saw inside Joey’s apartment were the stuff of horror movies. Phoebe, her former roommate, was lifelessly crouched at the table, her blank eyes staring at her. Blood spilled all over the floor, slowly making its way towards her. Rachel stood frozen in place, as if made up of immovable parts.
Written for the ff. daily prompts: The Daily Spur (self), Jibber Jabber (determined), Your Daily Word Prompt (ridiculous), Ragtag Daily Prompt (horror), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (vacillate), and Word of the Day Challenge (movable).
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