One stupid favour leads to another...
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It might have been a stupid deal, a stupid favour we've asked of each other.
But if this worked, at least they come out alive. And all of us don't suffer anymore.
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After a drug dealer kidn...
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The next few weeks pass in a blur. I'm sitting at podcasts, interviews, with lawyers, officers, and in the court. It's a mess, all of it. But at least it kept my head busy.
Everyone hounds for information I didn't want to give them. But then Francine would throw me into another seat and I'm spewing another load of bullshit.
I don't trust anyone. So I don't know why I trusted Francine to basically be my PR manager. Considering she doesn't even specialise in that field. Whichever way it was, I regretted doing the interviews more than I regretted shooting Belinda Evan in the foot.
I wish I shot my own foot. Maybe they'd take sympathy and leave me alone. But no.
They see me as this brave warrior, who overcame greed and wealth, a betrayal from a close friend, lies from the new family she embraced and a full on kidnapping.
When did they get to know everything?
Now I was more than a teen rebel against the rich elites. Now I was a rebel against drugs, lies and betrayals. The traction my name gained when the video leaked and Michael confessed, was nothing compared to this.
And I hated it.
Neither Dean nor Michael got dragged into the limelight because they weren't key players according to Francine. And because Dean needed to stay out of the books as much as possible, as well as Michael.
I hadn't seen anyone outside of Francine, and these people. Not even Viv. My mother was off prancing, embracing this new found fame. She was still protective of course, never letting me step foot outside the house when she was around. But she was back to her old bubbly self, socialising and what not.
While I hated this new setting, I was glad she was feeling better. She had got her rightful vengeance on the people that hurt her. So did I. But who knew it came at such a personal cost?
On top of everything, after my incident with Tristan, it seemed the entire school was hell bent on alienating me while doubling down on the rumours and gossip. Not that it bothered me anymore. One glare and I could get what I wanted.
They knew I survived a kidnapping, being held gun point, and took down 2 illegal organisations. Seriously, I was an overachiever.
Not that any of it mattered afterwards.
I still had the occasional nightmare about Isaac, and now it was mixed in with the twins and Bruce. The spotlight on everything was annoying and peeling my layers to the world. And sitting in court, watching my father on the opposite side...that was a whole different feeling.
In the years to come, I had no rose-tinted visions of him being thankful that I stopped his and Belinda's operations. I knew he grow to resent me. I knew he'd fall prey to his mind's weaknesses, as the guilt and anger gnawed him, and he wished for a person to blame.
Ultimately it would me. Rightfully so, since I am the reason he is behind bars for the next 14 years or so. Why he lost the fortune and reputation he'd build over the last few years.
