The Three Who Chose Me
Chapter 21: Mirror of Truths

Chapter 21: Mirror of Truths

Josie

I stared at Marcy like she had two heads.

I couldn’t believe that everything was falling apart in just one day.

The drama with the triplets. Now my mom tried to commit suicide?

What the heck?

Did the moon goddess nurse a special hatred for me, or something?

"....with the information now?...Marcy?"

"Huh?" I was jerked out of my thoughts, my eyes straying to Marcy again.

"I was asking what you were going to do now?" she said, walking towards me. "Do you feel the need to go back to the slums? Because that’s kinda like, what your face is telling me."

My legs wobbled beneath me, the world spinning before my eyes.

I was suddenly weak, at a loss for what to do at this moment.

I felt a hand swiftly grab me by the arm, pulling me forward, and that was when I realized I’d almost fallen face-down.

"Josie.." Marcy called in a soft voice, a tinge of concern behind it, "are you okay?"

The question prompted me to look up, really look at my best friend like I was seeing her for the first time.

Did she just...

I burst into tears, the emotion crawling up my throat and tugging at my chest painfully.

"Josie," Marcy murmured in a muffled voice, pressing her fingers into my shoulders affectionately.

"Why have you never asked me that?" I cried, shrugging her hands off. "Why wait all these years to ask me the question I’d hoped and wished you’d ask me?"

Marcy stepped back, stunned. "Josie, what—"

"Why did you think it would be easy for me to make difficult decisions spontaneously, without a moment’s thought?"

I needed to see my mom, but I wasn’t allowed out of this mansion. Out of my room.

Marcy shook her head, the softness around her eyes vanishing. "What are you talking about, Josie?"

"Look how you put me on the spot earlier, asking what I should do when you know very well I’m caught between a rock and a hard place! You know very well I can’t leave this fucking mansion!"

"Oh," Marcy scoffed, shaking her head, "so this is about you again, isn’t it?"

I snapped my mouth shut, glaring at her.

"You know you’re so selfish, Josie," she continued, her tone cold. "It’s always about you. Every fucking thing. I go out of my way to come see you in here and tell you about your mother, and this is all I get?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Marcy I—"

"All I’ve ever done is try to hold our friendship together!" she fired, interrupting me, and I quickly glanced at the door—a reflex action in fear of being heard by anyone, worse the triplets.

"But all you care about is yourself and all that’s happening to you," Marcy continued. "Have you ever thought to ask me, even once, if I was doing okay? Or my feelings don’t matter at all? Is that it?"

I stared at her, dumbfounded and shattered to the core. My lips and fingers trembled in a wave of anger and guilt, a fresh wave of tears blurring my vision.

At a loss for words, I walked away from her, stumbling to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

I leaned against it, letting the tears flow freely.

"You know what?" Marcy called in voice filled with raw pain and rage. "When you’re done hiding, you meet me out back."

She walked out the door and slammed it shut, the room practically rattling with the violent impact.

A shudder ran through my chest, my face covered in snot.

Honestly, I couldn’t really blame Marcy, or even get this angry at her, because she was right.

I’ve been a selfish friend all along, subconsciously aware, but too absorbed in my own fucking problems to even acknowledge it.

I knew my shortcomings, accepted them also—although not openly. But I was just hurt about the way she’d dumped the glaring truth on me like that, without a care about my feelings.

It hurt to know what it felt like being on the receiving end of such an awful attitude.

Fucking painful.

The tears had finally slowed to a crawl, and heaving a deep sigh, I lifted a fisted knuckle and wiped at them. While bracing myself to go out there and face Marcy.

I had to be the bigger person this time. Tell her I’m sorry.

Because truly, I am sorry.

Marcy was the one person that’s always been there for me, and I wouldn’t want to push her away.

I stepped out of my bathroom, out of my room too. And that was when I saw her pacing the length and breadth of the corridor.

A fresh wave of tears hit the back of my eyes, and I moved towards her slowly. "Marcy," I breathed in a muffled sigh, and she quickly turned to me, her eyes widening.

"Josie..I’m sorry," she whispered, her eyes gleaming under the lights as she cane towards me. "I shouldn’t have said all that."

I shook my head, taking her palms. "No, Marcy. I’m sorry. I admit I’ve been selfish, and I’m sorry about that also."

"That’s okay," she replied with a small smile, squeezing my hands. "We have to go now if you wanna see your mom."

The warmth disappeared instantly, chills scattering across my skin and rubbing down my spine.

I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do about my mom.

"Josie?"

"Yeah?" I nodded, and she took that as my affirmation.

My eyes grew wide with horror as she moved towards the door, turning and waving me over.

"C’mon. Let’s go then."

"Marcy, no, wait!"

I had to think fast on my feet, find a way to sneak out of the mansion without getting discovered. And quickly.

I didn’t want them chasing on my trail the minute I was out of here.

"What, Josie?"

"Just hold on," I replied, scurrying to the tape recorder and slotting a tape in.

It was one of the cards I had hidden under my sleeves.

A perfect blend of laughter and crying filled the room, drifting from the recorder, and I leaned forward and turned up the volume.

Marcy just stared at me pointed, her lips turned up in a small smirk. "Uhm, what’s this?"

"For us to successfully sneak out of the pack, it’s important we don’t attract the guards. They’d report to Thorne the second they realize I’m missing."

"Woah, that’s genius." She narrowed her eyes on me. "But don’t you think that’s a bit too much? Look, I wouldn’t want to put you in trouble, Josie. It’s best if we just back out of this whole thing and forget—"

"No, Marcy. I wanna see my mom. Know why she tried to fucking kill herself."

I moved to the window, planting my palms on it firmly and looking over the frame. "We’ll leave through the window."

Glancing down at the ground, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. This risk I was taking...

My parents wanted me dead. It was a fact well known to me.

Yet I was willing to do this? Willingly go to them? Present myself on a platter of gold?

I shrugged the thoughts off, the glint of daylight filtering through the windows a ray of assurance.

I reached down and grabbed the rope firmly climbing down carefully until I landed on my heels. Stealthily.

Marcy glanced down at me with wide eyes, then she shrugged and grabbed the rope too.

She shifted half-way through the climb, landing on all four paws.

I gave her a flat, displeased look, and she lifted her shoulders in a careless shrug.

"So," she said as she shifted back, "are you ready?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat, nodding. "Yes."

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