It all unfolded in a party. Girl 1 gets introduced to Girl 2's boyfriend for the first time. They haven't been dating that long, unlike the Girls' since-childhood friendship. As the party progresses, the couple goes inside Girl 3's bedroom, also a friend who happens to be the owner of the place. As much as Girl 1 respects their privacy and supports--albeit half-heartedly--Girl 2's newfound love, her doubt on Boyfriend's character proves to be strong. Maybe it's the way he talks, the way he looks--if she's being too judgmental; maybe it's her instinct. As is in her nature, Girl 1 decides not to fight against her trust issues and follows the two to the room. With her ear pressed so tightly on the door, she hears Girl 2's faint cry, at which point there is no other logical move to do but barge in. Her gut feel couldn't be any truer--it was a classic scenario of man forcing woman to cross the making-out boundary. Quite unbelievably, Girl 1 just lets it all pass.
The party goes on.
The group moves to the kitchen, and just as they settle down, Boyfriend makes a vulgar move on Girl 1, right in front of Girl 2. Not even does Girl 1 let five seconds pass. In a wrathful manner, she pulls Boyfriend's hair down, his face almost touching the floor, making sure his whole head hits the edge of the door frame. She smacks it on the sharp, hard frame gleefully every two seconds, her hand's violent maneuver growing deadlier by the blow. Girl 1 and Girl 3 take turns, never letting Girl 2's begging to turn into fake mercy. Boyfriend's face looks no longer human but a mess of blackish blood with bits of flesh and teeth occasionally surfacing as he spits the life out of him.
And then, silence.
Girls 1 and 3 take a rest and walk a few steps away but just as they think they've successfully put Boyfriend to eternal rest, he slightly lifts his head and goes after Girl 2's feet. It doesn't matter if she didn't do him any harm; it clearly is an act of revenge. The friends' eyes meet, and Girls 1 and 3 weren't prepared for the turn of events: Girl 2 grabs what's left of her mutilated Boyfriend's head and smacks it on the door, on repeat.
Finally, death.
Girl 1 couldn't waste any time. She grabs a nearby black garbage bag and, with the help of her friends, stuffs it with Boyfriend's remains. They wipe the room clean from the puddles of blood that intensely stained the entire floor.
Days have passed since the murder.
Of course, there has to be an investigation, a cry for justice. The police are out to get the suspect. They go to her house, gives her a warrant, and handcuffs her. It's all over the news. People couldn't believe it, couldn't stop asking: how could a mother kill her son?
In front of the screen, the Girls let out a collective sigh of relief.
--Last night's dream in which I was Girl 1.
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