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31|| Vengeance is a Dish Best Served Cold

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Chapter 31: Vengeance is a Dish Best Served Cold

Your knife may be pointed at my back. What you don't understand is that my gun has always been pointed at your head.

~Starlight24

Yeah, it was great and everything to act like I knew I was going to have this elaborate plan to get back at Dylan, but I really wasn't that full of swag.

My mind was BLANK. It was a bit pathetic really.

I had a piece of paper in front of me. I thought after the whole 'you're messing with the wrong girl' revelation I'd be bursting with ideas that were cool and creative and not copied from somewhere else, but nope. I had nothing.

"Day Winters!" yelled Mom from downstairs, and I groaned and slipped on my beanie. I was casually dressed in a pink knit sweater and black tights.

January's chills whistled through the air and I pulled my beanie (an embarrassingly hot pink one with the word 'AWESOME' printed in bold) further down so it was covering my ears and dipped to my neck.

"Hey," I said, greeting her.

"What were you doing?" she asked, looking suspicious that I was cooped up in my bedroom for the past one hour.

"Oh, I don't know. Just plotting an intricate plan to overthrow Dylan because he flirted with me and then faked it and it was humiliating," I mumbled.

"What?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing, Mom," I said, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and heading out.

She stopped me by jutting out her hand onto my chest with a forceful shove. "Day, I want no secrets in the family," she ordered.

"Mom, I want a life with no immune deficiency. We all want something," I blurted, and my eyes widened as I comprehended what I just said.

"Oh, sweetie," Mom said, dropping to her knees.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—" I started, and then she started crying. "Mom?"

"I'm so sorry, Honey!" she said, hugging me. "I love you. We'll move right now, alright? I'll get your stuff packed."

What?

"No, Mom!" I said, my own eyes beginning to water as I saw her so distraught. "I swear, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I like it here, okay? I like everyone here, and I even forget about my disorder sometimes because everything here captures me in a whirlwind. I mean, when we lived in the country house- as much as I loved it- I think I didn't have much to do. I was bored, and I had no real purpose. Coming here was the best thing that happened to me. I'm sorry for saying that, Mommy," I whispered the last bit out, and she hugged me close.