I don't know what I'm doing here in Cassidy's bedroom. I don't really know why I'm sprawled across her creaky old bed.
But wait.
I do.
As I stare up at the ceiling, I fight the urge to cry, even though I know I have every right to. Cassidy doesn't like it when I cry.
"It's loud and irritating," she'd told me before turning away and leaving. That was three hours ago.
She hasn't come back.
"I'm scared," I find myself whispering into the night, so very aware of what's happened — who did it.
I'm scared.
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Kill or Tell
Mystery / Thriller"I know you killed them," I whisper, my eyes glued to the floor as I twiddle my thumbs. "Well then, are you going to turn me in?" I bite my lip, unsure of myself. "I don't know." I look up, tensing at our eye contact. "But I don't want to." _______...
