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PART EIGHTEEN
as monica still stood, staring at the vibrant red spray paint, montgomery screamed at everyone to leave.
and they did, because they felt as though montgomery was a threat. and in some ways he was.
especially when it came to his twin sister.
he walked over to the locker and ripped down the picture, crumpling it up and shoved it into his backpack.
then he wrapped his arms around his sister's shoulders who's cries echoed down the hall, her head falling into her twins shoulder. her legs were too wobbly to walk as monty led them to an empty classroom. her head was dizzy and her chest heaved from the fast incoming breaths.
montgomery locked the door and sat his sister down at a desk, sobs still escaping her mouth.
he grabbed the purple tissue box from the teachers desk and planted it in front of his sister, sitting next to her, rubbing her back in comforting circles.
and they did just that. sat there, letting monica cry her heart out while her twin comforted her. they were there for about twenty minutes before monica finally used the last tissue in the tissue box.
"m-monty," she hiccuped.
"shhh, mo, it's ok," he pulled her into a hug, letting her wet his shirt with her tears.
"it's n-not okay!" she exclaimed, "I'm a ch-cheater. i deserve this, i de-deser-erve the paint on my locker."
monty kissed his sister head, "ill find whoever did this, mo, and i will end them. you can bet on that."
monica laughed slightly, lifting her head from her brother's shoulders, her face still wet with streaks of tears.
she wiped under her eyes to get rid of the discarded black mascara and stared mindlessly at the desk. "i don't even remember hearing anyone come and take a picture."
