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Garden District: Monday Morning
Walking into the dining room, Madison looked around the table to find Gabby and Addy only. “Uh- where are Tina and Fiona? Today’s Monday, right?”
“Why’re you complaining?” Addy asked, eating some of the remaining eggs on her plate. “It means we have no meeting…”
“But after last night?” Madison asked, thanking the butler for the breakfast.
“What happened last night?” Gabby asked, taking a sip of her orange juice.
“I told Tina and Fiona that the asshole raped me,” Madison said, shrugging her shoulders. “They said they would handle it.”
“Ooohhh,” Addy nodded in realization. “Bet they killed him.”
Before Madison could respond, they heard the front door open and identical heels echoing throughout the long hallway.
“I guess we can just ask them…” Gabby muttered, seeing the two blondes walk into the dining room.
“Did you kill him?” Addy asked, watching Tina walk further into the room as Fiona disappeared near the kitchen.
“Yes,” Tina nodded, sitting down next to Madison at the table.
“Just because he raped me?” Madison asked with a small smile on her face. “You shouldn’t have…I’m touched.”
“Like you didn’t try and kill him when you threw that bus up in the air,” Gabby laughed as she set her drink down. “But you got all of ‘em except for one.”
“Yes, I killed him,” Tina said, rolling her eyes at the 2 younger women. “But him raping Madison was only part of why.”
“What’s the other part?” Addy asked, leaning forward in her seat.
“Police are going to be showing up here sometime this morning,” Tina leaned back, grabbing a water from her mother’s hands.
“Wait, why here?” Madison asked, grabbing a cigarette from Tina’s purse.
“Because someone probably recognized you, dumbass,” Gabby said, shaking her head and laughing. “You are a social media ‘influencer’” the brunette girl said, putting quotation marks around the word as she said it. “They know who you are…”
“She’s right,” Fiona nodded towards the woman. Looking at Madison, “the last thing we need is him waking up and talking to someone. People saw you hanging out with him and a couple of the other boys that were killed on that bus you flipped.”
“So what?” Madison asked, rolling her eyes, “they think I flipped the bus?”