Hope everyone had a good weekend, mine was pretty sedate, watched some movies with a friend, all fairly relaxing. Beyond that haven’t been up to too much. Found a really simple brownie recipe I quite like, which is both good and bad. Good, it’s easy, Bad, I’ll have brownies super quick and therefore more temptation to bake them.
On with the show!
It wasn’t just the betrayal that pissed her off so much, it was the sheer scale and organisation of it all. Could she have been a better friend at times? Sure, but the same could be said of pretty much anyone, she had never done anything awful to them, never treated them badly, yet they all turned on her for no apparent reason. They just froze her out, no explanation, no contact. Hell, she didn’t know anything was wrong until she turned up to their weekly girls night and found no one was there. Apparently they decided to go somewhere else, somewhere they wouldn’t have to see her. She could see Diane and Franny doing this, but not Becca, they’d been friends since they were children. It just didn’t make sense. Of course, had that been the end of it she could have dealt with it all, sure it would be painful and the next few months would be awkward, but no, they had to go around spreading lies, rumours and even her secrets. Things she had told them and only them. And why wouldn’t people believe them? She had known them all for years, but even casual friends seemed to be freezing her out. Like, ok, there might have been a few things, but hardly stuff that warranted her dismissal from the group, least of all that thing with the cat. That hadn’t been her fault at all. How was she supposed to know it wasn’t an outdoor cat, no one had thought to tell her that. Not her problem the stupid thing managed to get itself run over while outside. She felt bad for it, she really did, she even apologised for crying out loud.
Then there was the thing with Frank, but that wasn’t her fault either, after all he came onto her and she had turned him down. It might have taken a little longer to do it then it should have, but she was just being thorough, gathering proof. That was all. Hell, the pictures she sent him weren’t even of her! It was just ridiculous and there was no way that Franny could be angry with her, she had stopped Franny from making a horrible mistake. It was all just so ridiculous. They were lucky she wasn’t into the whole revenge thing. She could definitely drag them all through the mud. All those little things that were shared with her added up. She could tear the remains of her friend group apart with a few well placed phonecalls. She would be the bigger person.
When it first happened, she was worried that they suspected something, but that didn’t seem to be the case at least. If they had suspected she would have had to pull up her roots, move her entire life. It would have just been too messy. She was good at what she did and she enjoyed it, so she wasn’t ashamed, but it didn’t mean she wanted people to know. Besides, it wasn’t exactly legal and she didn’t want to get onto the wrong side of the police. It had been a temporary job that had expanded. It gave her an entire extra income. It was brilliant really. Her friends wouldn’t understand though, they’d think she was being abused or forced into it or something . Of course there were still dangers, but she was as careful as possible.
Why did they all seem to hate her so suddenly? It wasn’t like her behaviour changed or she did anything to any of them. It was just so sudden! Even her bosses seemed colder towards her. They must have done or said something but no one would tell her what, it was infuriating. It was all well and good trying to convince herself it was just some form of jealousy, but that didn’t really hold up, after all they wouldn’t be jealous of her, she had a lot going on in her life, but no more than any of them. She hadn’t gone after any guys they wanted, hadn’t flaunted any of her money, she was generous when she could be. Hell, just a few weeks before she picked up the tab for an entire night out. Did she even get a thank you? No. And then they just go ahead and cut her out?
It was downright cruel is what it was.
She looked at the small bottle, so full of promise. Would she continue? Could she? She had to though, she didn’t have a choice. It was part of the conditions. She didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. She took out three then swallowed them with a glass of water. They said she’d be on a lower dose in a few months, that things would level out. That was something to look forward to. At least there were no side effects yet. At least none that weren’t intended. Still, it was cruel, even if it was her fault, it was easier, nicer, to blame them. It had to be done.