The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Thirty One

Song of the chapter is Taylor Swift's 'Safe and Sound'

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

A/N Its currently 3am in the UK and I'm about to leave for Gran Canaria in an hour so I'm kinda dying from lack of sleep atm so this may be disappointing. i tried my best with the chapter and I FINALLY decided on who killed her so yea please dont hate me.

thanks so much for 60k guys ily all PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT UR THOUGHTS

Together, Tyler and I left my parent's bedroom and made our way down to where the party was underway. So many people greeted us as we made our way around and I smiled politely. It's funny how many of these people consider us to be 'friends' but have no idea what is going on in my life or my head. As far as everyone is aware, I'm happy. And why should they think any different? At face value, I have everything they want. Power, Popularity and a killer pout.

Obviously sensing my discomfort, Tyler reached his hand out and entwined both out hands while placing a hand on my lower back to gently guide me among the masses of people. I smiled gently at the gesture, Tyler knew I needed guidance and support and that's exactly what he had given me. He had been my security net throughout this whole messy revenge plot and without him, I don't know how I would have even survived for this long.

We finally made it to the kitchen and I immediately went over to the bar area and requested two shots of vodka. If I was honest, I had never felt so unconfident in a situation since I had arrived in America and all I wanted was some liquid confidence.

  "Do you really think you should be drinking?" Tyler asked from beside me looking at me with a slight disapproval which had me rolling my eyes, "you need a clear head."

  "Calm down, Grandpa, two shots isn't going to send me into an alcohol induced coma," I retorted before downing the first of the two shots. I winced slightly as the vodka hit the back of my throat. The  first shot was always the worst — it stung your throat as it went down but the sensation then numbed it to the following alcohol which I was always grateful for.

Tyler just looked at me before running his large hands through his dark hair and then down his face. His body language told me he was stressed and I felt a stab of pity for him in my chest. He was only involved in this whole mess as he wanted to protect me.

  "You're stressed," I stated as I pushed the other of the two shots across the bar top towards him, "take it — it'll take the edge off."

Without any hesitation, he reached out, lifted the shot and slugged it back without even thinking. Tyler didn't even make any show of distaste and instead turned to the barman and ordered another two.

  "What about the whole 'keeping a clear head' thing," I said sarcastically, raising my eyebrow in a teasing manor.

  "Fuck that," he stated simply before taking another shot, "After this is all over I just want to be able to forget all about it and move on," He then passed one of his shots to me.

As I swallowed the shot glass of the bleach like substance, I couldn't help but think about how I wanted to do exactly the same thing. Forget all about the entire thing.

But we don't always get what we want. Instead, I'm dead and left to think about the naivety of my actions every day. The days don't even end for me, they just blur into one another and my soul just wanders about aimlessly. As every moment of my now pathetic existence — or non-existence depending on how you look at it — passes, I feel myself growing bitter as my anger bubbles below my surface. It sucks not being able to do anything, it fucking sucks.