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I followed, watching her struggle, laughing inside.
I wonder how she'll react when all her lies are exposed. Will she and her mom try to crawl into a hole?
When we sat down, Chloe glared at me with pure hatred, like she wanted to skin me alive.
Last time, every time she was about to get caught, she'd beg me to take the blame, saying her parents would kill her otherwise.
Out of kindness, I agreed a few times. But she only piled more on me, each time worse than the last.
After her parents' abusive calls, I told her clearly: from now on, her problems were hers alone. No more dumping on me.
She grumbled about me being a bad friend and reluctantly promised to stop.
I thought it was over, but then she stabbed me in the back—accusing me of pressuring her into loans and blaming me for her abortion!
Last time, I died before I could even finish college.
Now that I'm back, I won't let myself end up like that again.
Chloe's mom, thinking she had solid evidence, eagerly showed the police her photos:
“These are the transfers I sent my daughter—all money she lent Luna. Still not paid back.”
“This is the pregnancy test I found in our bathroom trash after we got back from vacation! See? Two lines! Luna's pregnant! Probably some random guy's!”
“And this is the rent money I sent my daughter. She said she was renting with Luna—that it was safe. I thought two girls living together was fine. Turns out Luna never paid a cent! Lived there for free!”
“These are the loan shark calls and texts. Luna pressured my daughter into it! How dare she do something so evil so young!”
The more her mom talked, the paler Chloe got.
Her mom thought it was because I was there scaring her, so she comforted her:
“Don't worry, Chloe! Mom's here! I'll protect you! If Luna tries to hurt you, I'll make sure she rots in jail!”
Little did she know—Chloe was just scared her lies would come out.
Every insult her mom threw would eventually boomerang back.
Living a second life, I wasn't scared of Chloe's mom's tantrums anymore. I stayed calm and logical.
As I slowly pulled out my phone, Chloe's face turned pale. She must've guessed I had something, because she lunged to grab it, but I dodged just in time.
She shot me a vicious look but pretended to be heartbroken:
“Luna, we've been best friends forever… I don't want us to become strangers. Just apologize to my mom, okay? I'll convince her to let it go. We can still be friends.”
Chloe's mom, thinking her daughter was pleading for me, got even more aggressive:
“Chloe, why would you want to be friends with her? Stay away from her! Who knows what kind of diseases she might have!”
She had no idea—Chloe was playing the “best friend” card, secretly hoping I'd take the fall yet again.
