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IT WAS SUNDAY morning, the last she heard was that Sheri had just finished her tape. It went quick, she delivered it to Justin on that Friday night and like her they all listened with anticipation and passed it to the next, eager to know what Mr Porter would do with them.
Good news that Sheri had the tapes, Chrissy had been thinking about connecting her fist to Sheri's face all week. Her phone had been blowing up, she hadn't checked it, she didn't want to know them people anymore. Not after what they did.
"Hey, you okay?" Clay was in the doorway, he'd been watching his sister stare at her wall, she looked a mess to say it politely. Like she didn't care about her appearance at all, like she didn't care about anything. After listening to the tapes she felt disgusted to even be in her own skin, she felt like something was constantly crawling on her as her new memory of Bryce's hands roaming her body without permission replayed in her mind.
She'd thought about talking to someone, but who? Her mother and her barely had a relationship, Mr Porter didn't help Hannah at all, Jessica probably couldn't remember herself what happened and Hannah was dead. There was nobody.
"Chrissy?" Her head snapped up to her brother, who'd walked further into her room. "What Clay? I'm fine." She whispered, loud enough for him to head anyway. "Really? When was the last time you ate? When was the last time you showered? Are you throwing up your food again?"
"Is this 20 fucking questions? I said I'm fine, Clay!" Her voice was raised now, her blood started to boil. "I just want to help you, please I'm your brother, your twin, talk to me please." He was pleading, sitting in front of her, holding his hand in hers as a gesture of desperation.
Hannah loved you, I'm not okay, Bryce raped me and Jess and Hannah, Sheri is the reason Jeff is dead, There are tapes Clay, Mr Porter can't help anybody.
It was so much easier to say in her head but as she went to say it out loud she stuttered, like she was being stopped. "Be patient Clay, you'll get your turn." She said lowly before ripping her hands from his and walking into her bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Clay sighed deeply looking round his sister's room seeing a smashed lamp in the corner and tissues piled on her bin. He didn't want to invade on her privacy, so he left her room figuring she'd tell him when she was ready, he just didn't want her to think there isn't another option, to end up like Hannah.
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Monday morning, Chrissy was in her car with Clay driving to school her fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, lip between her teeth as she imagined what she'd do to Sheri in her head. She felt completely mental as she imagined the life leaving Sheri's eyes over and over again.
"Chrissy! What the fuck you just went through a red light." Clay shouted slapping her shoulder, taking her out of her murderous fantasy. "Shit, sorry." She apologized. "Seriously Chrissy, get your act together." Clay snapped angrily, which was understandable as she'd just nearly killed him whilst imagining killing Sheri.
She parked up at school swinging her bag over her shoulder and hastily walking into school. The hallway felt long as she walked down it so quick her legs were burning.
"Chrissy, wait up." She heard Justin and a few other foot steps, she stopped in her tracks seeing Justin, Zach, Jess and Alex. "You okay?" Zach asked her watching her looking around the hallway, scanning over every single person until she spotted her hair.
"I will be." She muttered walking away again. She finally reached her grabbing Sheri by the back of her jacket and throwing her back into the locker. "You fucking bitch." She shouted, punching Sheri in the face and kicking her in the shin making the girl fall on her knees. "I'm going to fucking kill you, Sheri." She said getting everybody's attention.
Chrissy grabbed Sheri's hair and forced her head down onto the floor making horrible noises echo as Sheri screamed and cried. Chrissy probably would've killed her until somebody pulled her off Sheri by her waist. "Drop it Chris." Justin said as he pulled her back, but she didn't know what came over her as she tried to escape his arms and get to the bleeding girl again.
"You better watch yourself because I'm going to run you over with my fucking car!" She screamed, kicking her legs to get away from Justin. "Stop Chrissy!" Jessica shouted, getting slightly scared of her. "Stop? Why? She deserves more after what she did, should we tell everyone what you did, Sheri?"
"I'm sorry Chrissy." Sheri said crying. "Sorry won't bring him back." Chrissy said stopping her kicks and letting Justin take her away from Sheri before a teacher came. "You need to calm your fucking shit." Alex said to Chrissy as they were all in an empty classroom. "She killed my boyfriend." "Unintentionally." "Fuck of Alex, get your head out of her ass."
"Can we stop arguing?" Jessica said frustrated, running her hands through her hair. "You can't just do shit like that, it's dangerous." Chrissy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, feeling like her mother was telling her off.
"I don't expect you all to understand, but I expect you to try."
