Don't Blame Me: Genius

Self Control

~Hope pov~
Eight Months Later

"Mmm, cute combat boots. Where'd you get them, your jail cell?," my bully taunts from across the hallway. I stand with my back against the locker.

"Oh thanks. Your mom gave 'em to me. You know, when I fucked her after she got out the military," I taunted back, grinning. "Your bed is so comfy by the way," I winked.

She scoffed, "screw you." She walked off a powerful walk.

"Hate you, mean it," I sarcastically voiced loudly so she could hear me from down the hall.

I turned to Tess. She looks at me with a witnessing look. "I'm so sick of her and everyone else," I say with a huge frown.

Ever since Tess and I came back to school a few months ago, these imbeciles have more than enough audacity. They don't know half the shit we've been through, and they have the nerve to degrade someone. It's not as bad as when we had the chance to come back before. Tess doesn't mind them talking shit, she can handle it. My switch flips so easily.

"Well don't let it get to you just yet. You still have college to go through,". She giggles

I sigh, "Ugh. College.," I rolled my eyes.

"Babe come on, at least you know where you wanna go," Tess cupped my cheeks, mocking the frown on my face. "And at least you look absolutely adorable with this frown," she kisses my forehead.

Okay don't kill me. I know what you're thinking. Just...let me explain.
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Seven Months Ago
Sheriff Station

Here I am again. Investigation room.
In here resides my mom sitting beside me, flipping through multiple papers. Mommy detective stands on the other side of the table looking through my file, twisting her red pony. Mom is playing my attorney now. JD Starr. Hopefully I'll be like that someday. I've been zoned out for a while. I've only heard bits and pieces of the conversation.

"Amira, I can't just throw it out," mommy throws up her arms.

"Liz, it's not a homicide investigation anymore, nor missing persons. He's been seen. Why do you keep dragging her back in here," my mom exclaimed.

It's true. Tess told us that she had seen Christian speaking to the sheriff, most likely anonymous information. I guess that's how the sheriff gets it and relays it to mommy.

"What. Are you going to charge her for underage drinking instead?," mom kept going.

Mom pulled mommy aside into their little corner again.

"What, Amira?" Mommy had an attitude.

Mom spoke sternly. "Why are you putting her through so much shit?,"

"Look, Tess can't prove she saw Christian. It took two weeks for her to tell us, so who knows if it was a lie," mommy explained.

My mother shook her head, "no. she wouldn't lie. Neither of them would,".

"Are you sure?,"Mommy raised an accusing brow.

"Liz, when we explored the missing persons idea, the girls were sent back to school for three days before being drugged back in here. THREE FUCKING DAYS," my mom exclaimed. "Of course I'm sure. No one wants to endure that, especially when they are innocent," she lowered her voice.

My mommy spoke up again, "Ami I can tell you right now, one of those girls, is not innocent.".

"I can hear you," I said quietly, but loud enough to be heard. "Just in case you didn't know,".

They both sit back down to the table. My eyes connected to mommies eyes. There was sorrow in her eyes. It was a look that told me that she was trying to fix it but she couldn't break the rules. I get it, I do. My eyes softened against hers. It was a look that said please, please help me. But also that this is the last time I beg her for anything else.