Good Girls Don’t Kill

-Nina-

It was that blog post. I thought I was going to choke. How… How did they know? I wound up in a downward spiral when I read that post. Who was White Rabbit? I’m going to be sick. Where is Vince?

My phone rang. I answered with a trembling hand.

“H-H-Hello?”

“Nina?” It was only Tess. I slowly breathed out.

“Yes, it’s me,” I said. I leaned against my living room wall.

“What’s the matter?”

I sighed. “I saw the post.”

“Oh no. Are you okay?” Her voice sounded so distant. My mind wandered off to that place.

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He was supposed to protect me. I trusted him. My mother left me with a monster. He pretended to be nice. She fell for his charms. I’m afraid to admit I fell for them too.

It was his smile. That damned smile. I can’t get it out of my mind even now. Monsters are like that, you know?

I rubbed my forehead. It’s been years. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried. I thought I had gotten better. And then I read the blog post. Damn it, where is Vince?

I froze.

Why was I thinking about him? I cursed myself under my breath.

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Good girls don’t kill. I used to be a good girl. But then I did what I needed to do. I’m not a bad person. I was defending myself. It was either take it in silence or suffer another beating. I couldn’t take it anymore.

So I decided to do something about it. I just wanted it all to stop. No girl should have to go through what I did. I wish I could have spoken up for myself earlier.

But what do you do when no one believes you?

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“Do you want me to come over?” Tess asked. I came back to reality.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Do you want me to come over?” she asked again. I lifted my chin. I closed my eyes.

“Sure.”

“I’ll be right over.”

“Thank you.” I hung up and let my arm drop by my side. This can’t be happening.

I had no choice. I couldn’t take it anymore. Good girls don’t kill. I am a good person. I am a good person! Tears ran down my face. Good girls don’t kill. Good girls don’t kill!