A Million Reasons (Clony)

Chapter 9:Cassette 7⚠️

I was still on the curb. I took out my parents tape and I grabbed the other tape. The tape I recorded in the locker room. Should I really be doing this? Can I even listen to this? I decided to do it anyway. Well. Here it goes.

Click.

"Hey fag, I was talking to you!" Bryce yelled. There was rustling heard on the tape. "Since you like guys so much why don't you help me out here queer!"

"Bryce." Another voice said on the tapes.

"NO! Everyone just stay the fuck back!" He yelled. I heard my head when it slammed against a locker. "You want it don't you? Just like Jessica and the slut Hannah."

I could see it happen in my mind. I had my eyes closed. I half thought that this wasn't happening. But it did.

"What are you waiting for twink?" A zipper was heard. And the rustling of denim falling. The sound of me squirming, thrashing, yelling. Trying to get him to stop. Anything to get away. He was too strong. "I thought you liked dick?"

Then came a rush of noise. My screams cut off. His loud, terrible, long, breaths. His moans as he was pleasured. The sickening sound of the suction. Then his orgasmic grunts as he was still in my mouth. There was not another sound after that. I didn't move. The sound of my vomit filled my headphones. I remember. The mix of his semen and the contents of my stomach. On the floor next to me. The jeans were heard again, and the zipper. Silence. Nothing would ever be as horrible.

I started to record the final tape.

Mr. and Mrs. Baker. Thanks to my quick actions during this. You have more evidence. I whimpered. Tears still fell off my chin. I have never felt so, so used in my entire life. I didn't think how much it would hurt. I understand how Hannah felt now. Awful. To tell the truth. It felt like I was already dead. I didn't want to bother you with another kids death. But you need to know. I loved your daughter. You probably know who this is if you have listened to her tapes given to you by Tony. If you don't know however, I'll tell you. Clay. Clay Jensen.

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I finally gained the strength to walk. The tapes were done. I just needed to label them. I knew what I had to label them with.

I couldn't go home. So I walked to the Bakers store and grabbed a shaving razor, the same beautiful blue nail polish she had and a roll of napkin. I tried to be as nonchalant as possible, grabbing the napkins to make what I'm buying less obvious.

Mr. Baker was the cashier today. He didn't bat an eye at the razor or the napkins. But he picked up the nail polish and looked at me. Then at it. For what felt like the longest while he stared at the little bottle.

"That will be $10.96." He finally spoke. I could hear his voice cracking. I grabbed the bag and put it all in my backpack, except for the nail polish. Again I sat on the curb, but this time I painted the name of the person each tape belongs too. I wrote a note and wrapped them in a paper bag left over from lunch. I left the package on Jeff's door, the note being instructions on what to do to them, and when. I specifically wrote
to only be opened by Jeff Atkins
on the brown paper bag. I only took one tape. Tony's. I had to deliver that one myself.

I walked around for a long time. I found myself at Monet's, but was unable to walk in. I lingered for a while and finally found my legs taking me in. Tony was there. One last try.

"Tony." I said quietly. His head was down on his arms. He didn't even look at me.

"Clay. I am not in the mood to talk right now."

"Tony, this..... is very importa-"

"Clay, I said I'm not in the mood to talk." He raised his voice slightly. I walked away. My feet moving swiftly across the floor until I got outside.

I was walking out of the parking lot when I noticed the fire red mustang in the back corner. The walk was painful. He had his window cracked, just enough to slide the tape inside. Now or never. I pushed it in and it fell on the seat.

Then began the dreadful walk home. There was no going back.

Goodbye.

Oh my god. We are almost there. I'm so sorry for putting you guys through this. This will be the last chapter until later in the day for me. Hope you all are as invested as I am. I wish you all well.
~Jonathan