JANUARY 14TH, 2013.
10PM.
Sasha Shayne is curled up in her bed, her hands grasping the bedroom pillow. She ignores the multiple notifications she’s getting from Natalie and continues skimming through BuzzFeed’s “Say ‘Yuck’ or ‘Yum’ To These Fried Foods And We Will Guess If Your Boyfriend Is Secretly Homosexual And Ignoring Your Text Messages”.
SASHA: “Guess this is my only shot-”
Sasha gets interrupted by Flora, glass of wine in her left hand and a sealed folder in her right one.
FLORA: “This came in the mail for you.”
Flora throws the folder on Sasha’s bed and patiently waits for Sasha to open it. Sasha checks the folder and sees a little message written for her.
-from the homeless kid himself, elijah rothschild. i just want you to understand how serious i am about this. remember, its not just my word against yours ;)-
Sasha gulps at the message, while Flora tilts her head.
FLORA: “Something wrong, babygirl?”
SASHA: “...Why the hell are you still here?”
FLORA: “Come on, family relatives shouldn’t keep secrets. Open it!”
Sasha very reluctantly and very slowly opens the folder, only to find a bunch of pictures of her standing around the Starbucks after the explosion, holding a packet of gasoline.
SASHA: “Hoooly shit!!!”
Flora looks at the pictures, shocked, before looking up at Sasha.
FLORA: “...Is there something you wanna tell me, Sasha?”
SASHA: “...I-”
FLORA: “...Sasha, did you murder McKenna Matthews?”
Sasha looks at Flora, unable to muster up a response.