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11 > Rules

Alana Point Of View

"Mom?" I said.

I get back home from school, and it's literally exhausting. Monty keep talking to me, Zach make a eyecontact with me all the time and Clay acting very weird. The thing I was about to ask my mom was, I want to help this case.

"Yes?" She replies. She starting so sit down to me while I'm trying my best to calm down and relaxed.

"I want to help you." I started.

"Hannah's dead is changing our lifetime. Everyone lives. I need to help her, I must know the truth. The victims. She was a nice girl, and there is no way people treating her like shit. She had a sad eyes back then, and I want her to be happy. Even though she's not here, I'm sure she's listening to us right now." I sighed.

I'm not sure this a good idea.

"Mom, I have the tapes." I smile weakly.

I looked my mom and place my hand to hers.

"I know." She replies and nodded her head sternly.

She heard all of it. And I haven't.

"Mom." I crashed my mom to a bone hugs and I started to bawled my eyes out.

"I can't hear it, I'm too weak." I choked with a tears slipping in my face.

"Who said that? No you are not. You are brave, and you can do everything. I was getting desperate when I heard Hannah's tapes, but as soon as I heard everything from her I get stronger and I know a thing I don't." She said.

"Thank you, Mom. I don't want you to feel alone figuring out this case. I've been a bad daughter, I Alana promise everything will be alright." I lied. I'm not sure this is going to end good, but that the least I could say to Mom right?

"I hope." She says.

I get onto my room and breathed.

"This is it." I whispered to myself.

And pressed a play.

"The rules here are pretty simple. There are only two. Rule number one: you listen. Number two: you pass it on. Hopefully, neither one will be easy. It's not supposed to be easy, or I would have emailed you an MP3. When you're done listening to all 13 sides, because there are 13 sides to every story, rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to the next person."

"Fuck!" I swore loudly and leaning my head against the wall.

"And the box of tapes should have included a map. I'll be mentioning a couple of our beloved places. I can't force you to visit them, but if you'd like a little more insight, head for the stars. Or, you know, just throw the map away and I'll never know. Or will I? You see, in case you're tempted to break the rules, understand I did make a copy of these tapes. This was not a spur of the moment decision. Do not take me for granted. Not again."

"I never did!" I hissed and throw the tapes away from me.

I hugged my knees to my chest, "I fucking am sorry, I'm sorry Hannah." I said and bitting my lips as hard as I could leaving it swollen.

I looked myself in the mirror and slowly, Hannah's appears beside me.

"Why are you sorry?" Her furious asked.

I keep my head down, "I'm fucking awful." I shakes my head.

"No. I have a reasons what and why I did. It's not you're fault, Al. It just me making stupid decisions, and because of stupid people." She confessed.

I look at her with my puffy red eyes. "You're not doing this alone." With that, she fades away.

"I'm alone!" I shouted at myself and running  my hands through my hair frustratedly.

"She's like telling a pretty long stories while everyone Ignoring her." Zach says while watching me drawing on my sketch book.

"Hannah? She did?" I chuckled loudly thinking how stupid my sister was.

Zach came in closer to me, "Yeah she did. Stupid and embarrassing." He replied and wrapping my body against his.

"Well not to mention, she's attention seeker." I commented.

I rolled my body and top of Zach and I slipped my hand to his underwear. He moaned loudly and I smirked.

"Is that what you can do?" I teased and he roughly slammed me against the wall and I wrapped my legs around his waist while he leaves me a plenty of kiss on my neck.

I move a bit and he finally reach my sweet spots. "Fuck, Zach." I moaned while closing my eyes how good this boy are to me.

He smiles a bit and licked my neck all the way to my chest. I pushed him away and connected our lips together. I slipped my hand inside his V t shirt and scratching my finger to his back.

I kissed him so hard, "I love you." He mumbled through the kisses.

"I love you too, Zachie." I replied.

author notes:

okay

i have to admit

ROSS BUTLER IS A FUCKING DADDY😍❤️

AND ALSO IM GOING TO BE POSTING A LOT MORE GIFS/PICTURES  SO STAY TUNE FOR THAT💖💖