Chapter Thirty-Four: You Crazy Bitch!

Stacie's POV

I reached her and hugged her tightly. I held a handful of her hair and inhaled the scent. The smell-----

It wasn't Laurel's smell. It didn't smell like her. I heard a scoff against my neck, and I immediately removed my arms from her sides and looked at her face.

However, it wasn't Laurel, it was Maggie. That crazy lesbian bitch! It must have been how stressed I was that had gotten to my mind, to the extent of even blurring my vision and making me confuse her for Laurel.

Or perhaps, it was because I've been thinking about laurel so much, these days.

"You crazy bitch!" I shouted, giving her a hard push by the chest, that sent her staggering backward.

She had an annoying smirk on her face. She was mocking me. "What did you put inside the drink the other day? Why did you even leave it on my table? Why did you try to poison me? What did you even do to me." I had so many questions for her, which she must answer. I've been thinking a lot about it lately, just that my chores