Tortured

Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Bethany

With no one here to interrupt my thoughts, I began to think about Jake and everything that happened more than a year ago.

Bethany. I thought with disgust. She is the worst torturer there ever was. She doesn't care what she has to do as long as she humiliates someone in the end. She's a b*tch so I guess her being the Queen B is pretty fitting.

She was the cause of all the humiliation felt a year and a half ago. She felt no remorse for what she did. She lied to the cops and detectives and his family. His family never got to know the truth; that she was the reason he hung himself in shame.

People at school made fun of him for what he went through, even after his suicide. In my opinion though, it wasn't a suicide. It was more of a murder. Bethany practically shoved his head in that noose and hung him herself.

The fact that she didn't care. The fact that she went on smiling and laughing that following Tuesday, proves that she's a heartless b*tch. I think my hatred for her has grown every day since the body was found hanging in the oak tree. Granted, I didn't talk to Jake much either but at least I didn't do...that to him. I never humiliated him and if I did, I'd have the humanity to feel bad. Bethany, on the other hand, went on in her life screwing with people and ruining their lives.

I wish that she would move or something so that none of the Targets would have to deal with her any more. But, I know that it's wishful thinking. I know that it'll never happen, but I can still hope. If I loose hope, my whole world comes crashing down and I may end up swinging from a tree like Jake.

My home phone rings from next to me as I lay on the couch. I reach over and pick up the receiver.

"Hey, Brody. I was thinking that we could hang out later today and maybe talk about you and my sister. I know that I said I was fine with it because you're a good guy and all, but I want to set some boundaries. Got it?" The male voice on the other end asks.

"I-I think that you have the wrong number." I manage to say, the guy on the other end sounded angry and I've developed a fear of angry people. They're always the ones to hit you the hardest.

"Oh, sh*t! I'm sorry! I thought that this was a different person! I guess I need to dial more carefully, huh?" The guy in the other end laugh and I shake my head in confusion. People are so confusing with emotions they always jump around between one or another.

"Yeah, I guess." I pause and then say, "What you said, when you thought I was that Brody person, will definitely get the point across. Goodbye." Before I can hang up, the guy says sorry again and the phone line goes dead.

I shrug my shoulders and resume my laying position on the couch.

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Yes, I know. It's a short chapter and I've taken so long on a 5 paged part, so I apologize.

Hope you hate Bethany because I know I do. Who's wondering what happened? If I don't tell you will you try to kill me? Just kidding. If you killed me you would never know about Bethany. Haha. You have to keep me alive for the time being.

Anyway, do you guys like all the slightly confusing thoughts of Victoria Cross?

Comment. Read. Enjoy.

-TotalNerd23
Originally published: August 13, 2015