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𝗍𝗐 : 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾, 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖾.
INEZ SUCKED IN A SHARP BREATH, RECALLING THE EVENTS OF LAST NIGHT. Finishing her assignment didn't bother her the way spending time with Marcus did.
They'd drunk together, chatting like they'd been friends for years. Her comfortability around him made her uneasy at the same time.
Why, why, why did she stay?
The pounding in her head coupled with the embarrassment of knowing she told Marcus things she promised she'd never tell a soul made her will to get up for classes decrease and her will to die increase.
Nevertheless, she attended her classes.
ap black arts.
Inez stood proudly in front of her class with a simple paper in her hand, today's article that read; "LOCAL DINER SET ABLAZE, WORKER STILL MISSING." She looked over at Master Lin before speaking.
"I killed the man that murdered someone very dear to me." She said with a sense of serenity that radiated off her. "The end." Inez concluded her presentation, trampling back to her seat.
Chico shook his head in disbelief as Master Lin cocked his eyebrow at the girl. "Do you have proof he killed this person?"
Her smile remained as she pointed at the cassette tape on his desk, beneath it her mother's license.
Master Lin's rough fingertips danced along the object before he manuevered behind his desk and brought out a cassette player.
"You doubt me, Master Lin?" Inez only stared at their headmaster, awaiting his answer.
He ignored her question, allowing the tape to play.
"Some hispanic looking bitch, Catalina Asenova." There was a dark laugh and then the sound of a deep breath being inhaled. "Got her while she was walking home, she walked the same way every night the stupid bitch. Some of the boys helped throw her in the truck." The drunken discussion of an idiot. It was here Inez covered her ears, she'd listened to the tape once— she couldn't stomach hearing it again."We took her back to the barn. Had turns while she cried. She begged us to stop. 'Please, I have a family'. Tried to tell us about her daughters— Sawyer asked if she was offering us her kids. We laughed." You could hear the smile in his words. "She had a photo of them in her wallet. Pretty young things. No older than ten.The next day we cut her up, fed her to the pigs— those fat fucks would eat anything. Kept her license on me like a trophy!"
