All the Good Girls Go to Hell

By Beck Medina

When Olivia Soliz takes her best friend Brooke Carlson up on a weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods, the last thing she expects is to fall for her best friend. Or fear for her life. But the weekend takes an unexpected turn when Olivia and Brooke are attacked, leaving Olivia for dead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 1537 Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9781087917924

Beck Medina

Beck Medina is a two-time young adult author and content creator residing in Los Angeles, California. Beck published "A Fantastic Mess of Everything" in 2016, followed by "All The Stars On Fire" in 2019. Outside of being an author, Beck is also the host of the My Best Life Podcast, a personal development podcast that encourages people to create their lives on their own terms. She loves connecting with audiences through storytelling and uses this vehicle to inspire, motivate and empower her fan base to think & live limitless.

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Beck Medina

All the Good Girls Go to Hell

First published by 1537 Press 2020

Copyright © 2020 by Beck Medina

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This novella is dedicated to all my fellow horror fans and good girls.

Contents

October 23

October 24

Later That Day

That Night

October 25

That Evening

October 26

October 27

October 28

October 29

October 30

October 31

November 1

About the Author

Also by Beck Medina

October 23

This morning has been hell. I knew something was up with Benji when we got off the phone earlier. I’ve never heard him sound so aloof in all the time that we’ve known one another. That’s never been our dynamic.

Benji’s already waiting for me by the front door when my car pulls up. I kill the engine and linger in my car for a minute, sizing up this whole situation. Benji is leaning against the open doorway in his black leather jacket; the same one he gave me to wear last night. We were walking back to his house from the Chinese place where we had dinner when the chill set in. I didn’t bring my own jacket since I wasn’t expecting us to be out so late. We never stay out past nine on a school night, but this particular night was a special one.

I get out of the car and make my way to the porch, feeling too closely watched by Benji’s expression.

Hey, I say once I’m about a foot away from him.

Benji moves out of the way so I can head inside. Thanks for coming.

My stomach turns as I pass by Benji and enter the foyer. I knew Benji inviting me here couldn’t be a good thing. I have a sixth sense for bad news, despite how casual he tried to make his invitation sound over the phone.

We head upstairs into his bedroom, and Benji gestures toward his full-sized bed. The one we were just in last night. Have a seat, he tells me.

I can still feel his sheets against my bare back and shoulders. The warmth of his body holding mine. There was so much love between us last night. A new romance brewing after a decade of strictly platonic friendship. But the tension in the air is enough for me to know that whatever we had last night died as soon as I left Benji alone with his thoughts. He’s always been an over-thinker. I shouldn’t be surprised that us having sex for the first time would raise about a hundred new questions and concerns for him.

But the way he lovingly kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me as we laid together, tangled in sheets…the clock slowly ticking closer to my weeknight curfew. Even with the limited time we had left, we savored every second we got to spend together. How could he question any of that?

I take a seat, crossing one leg over the other, and say nothing. Benji kneels down so he’s just a few inches away from me. He averts his eyes to the carpet to avoid meeting mine.

It’s because we slept together, isn’t it? I say without hesitation, because if he’s not going to bring it up, I am. I always thought becoming a couple and expressing our love on a deeper level would be special, but it seems to have only brought Benji’s walls up even higher. He’s always been emotionally difficult to read, but this sudden change of heart is so out of left field, even for Benji.

It isn’t that. Benji takes my hands in his. I’m glad we did that. It really meant something to me. I just…I woke up in the middle of the night and had a realization. I don’t think I’m any good for you, Livs.

How could you not be good for me? I run my hands through his jet black hair. He closes his eyes and inhales, and for the briefest second I’m convinced that he might reconsider this whole meeting.

Benji shakes his head and pulls my hands back down. This time his grip is firmer to keep my hands right where they are. I don’t think I can give you what you want.

I’ve never asked you for anything.

I know.

This is so typical of you, I say and rise from the bed. I’ve always known you were incapable of making up your mind, but I never thought it would be with me.

Livs—

You begged me to be with you, Benj! You promised me it wouldn’t affect our friendship. In the beginning, I was the one who had been uncertain if we should become more than friends. I valued what we had between us, and I didn’t want to do anything that would result in having to delete Benji out of my life. It looks like I wasn’t the one who had to do anything after all.

Olivia… Benji gets up and reaches out for me.

I swat Benji’s hands away. Don’t touch me! He’s so much taller than me that it almost feels comical for me to shout demands up at him, but he flinches nonetheless. What’s it going to be, Benji? We’re together or we aren’t. You’re the one who wanted all of this. I could have waited until you were ready.

But I can tell by the way Benji laughs off my comment that I must have said the wrong thing. You shouldn’t have to wait for anybody, Livs. Don’t you get it?

Do you love me? I say, standing so close to him that he has no other choice but to look at me. Well, peer down at me. And he does. His eyes meet mine, astonished by my question. I’m uncertain if it’s because he does love me or not. He’s never actually said it, but I’ve always been able to tell. These are the kind of things I just know when it comes to Benji and me. Without us having to say a thing. Our connection runs that deep. You heard me, I say, my voice softer this time. Do you love me, Benji?

Benji opens his mouth, but says nothing. It’s almost like he’s incapable of saying those three damn words. It feels like the kind of thing that should come easy for us. Truthfully, I’ve always loved him. Sure, maybe I didn’t love him immediately, but I’ve grown to love everything about him after all these years. From the jokes he tells when he gets uncomfortable to the crazy conspiracy theories he’s convinced are real. I’ve spent years adoring all of his oddities. Now, amidst this dreadful silence, I suddenly loathe everything about him.

That’s all I needed to know, I say, and head for the door.

Can we talk more about it more this weekend?

I’ll be out of town, I say without looking back.

You said you were free when I wanted to make plans last night.

Well, it seems my schedule just opened up. I head downstairs, and of course Benji follows behind me. I wish he would just leave me alone. He’s done enough. Don’t bother calling me. We’re over, Benji. For good.

To my relief, he doesn’t follow me outside. It isn’t Benji’s style to fight for something, whether he wants it or not. Maybe that’s where we differ and