High Drama Blogfest entry

Today is my buddy's DL Hammons' much-touted, highly anticipated Blogfest of WONDERS!! Or drama. 


Go hither for the festivities. 


My entry is from the recently-competed MS, Saving Me. This is a scene between my MC, Lily, and her best friend, Hannah.

Rated R  for language.


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     Hannah saw me coming up the stairs and disentangled herself from--Michael's?--lap, hurrying through the few remaining mourners to grab my hand. Smudged mascara ringed her eyes, and I could see the top of her bra where her shirt was askew.
     “Where have you been?” she said, pulling me back towards our friends. Sascha had finally shown up, after going God-knows-where after the funeral. For once she looked normal, dressed in a simple floral dress, hair in a ponytail. No flavor of the week hanging around, or at least not that I could see right now.
     “Looking for Tom,” I said. She stopped short and dropped my hand.
     “Why?” Her eyebrows furrowed. I massaged my forehead, trying to chase away the post-tear headache.
“What does it matter? I just wanted to talk to him. That okay with you?” But she still looked pissy. What the hell was her problem?
     “Linden's still here,” she said instead, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. The man in question looked pretty damn preoccupied to me, listening to Sascha tell some story that required flamboyant gesticulation and sloshing of drink.
     “Yeah. So?”
     “Are you being purposefully stubborn?” Hannah reached out and pinched my forearm. Hard.
     “Ouch! Bitch. Why did you do that?” I rubbed the spot. My headache swelled. Hannah rolled her eyes.
     “Forget Tom! Lily! Forget him! He's history.”
     “He's right over there,” I said, pointing back towards the edge of the woods. Hannah grabbed my arm and pushed it down.
      “Stop it. He dumped you, Lily? Don't you remember? In front of all your friends. Humiliated you.”
     I swallowed. “I remember. Thanks.”
     She shook her head. “Unbelievable. Do you remember how long you wallowed in the bottom of your Jack Daniels bottle after he dumped you? Do you remember who it was that brought you back to the real world? It was me and Linden, Lily. Me and Linden.”
     “I know that. What's your fucking point?” I crossed my arms and glared up at her.
     “My fucking point is that Linden's been faithfully fucking in love with you all this time, and all you can do is crawl after Tom like a dog in heat, eating up every fucking crumb of attention that he drops for you.”
     The loud crack reached my ears before I even realized that my hand had moved. And then pain tingled in my fingers and my palm, heat rushing up my arm as the perfect imprint appeared on her pale cheek.
     All conversation ceased. I felt the press of a dozen stares, heard the distant chirp of a frog. And then reality rushed forward.
     Hannah's hands flew to her face and I saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes.

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