(Ashley)
I drove to my friend Claudia's apartment. My hands were shaking on the wheel.
You used me.
The words kept playing in my head. Over and over.
I pulled into the parking lot and sat there for a minute. Wiped my face. Tried to stop crying.
My phone rang. Claudia.
"Are you here?" she asked.
"Yeah. I am in the parking lot."
"Come up. I will unlock the door."
I grabbed my bag and went inside. Took the elevator to the third floor.
Claudia was waiting in the doorway. She took one look at me and pulled me inside.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Vaughn. We had a fight."
"About what?"
"Everything. The trial. The plea deal. Us."
She led me to the couch. Went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of wine.
"Tell me."
I took a drink. "His lawyer offered him a plea deal. Six
