Truly Yours

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"Can we just talk about it?" I plea. Hal bends down and picks up a... Knife. Oh yay.

"No, did you talk to him about it? No. So we have to do to you, what you did to him." Hal presses the knife on my cheek and slides it down to my bottom lip. Wait, we?

"Is there someone else involved with this?" I adjust my jaw and furrow my brows together. He smiles and chuckles. Just then, a girl walks towards the fire. She is as tall as me, long black hair, skinny... She's beautiful.

I turn back to Hal and he stands up, walking slowly over to the girl. She looks about my age... What does she have to do with this? I sit up straighter and clench my jaw. Her and Hal mutter to each other.

While this goes on I fumble around behind me and search for something sharp. Even a twig would do. My hands flail around until I cut my hand on something. Shit! That hurt. I slowly retrace my steps and grab the object.

A broken mini branch. Too big to be a twig, too small to be a branch. Literally the most perfect weapon for this situation. Hell yeah! I smile to myself and grip the piece of wood firmly in my now bleeding hands.

"So, Toni. Do you enjoy... Murdering innocent boys? Do you like getting drunk and running people over? Huh?" The girl crosses her arms over her chest and stalks towards me. I look up at her with a poker face.

"Answer me!" She bends down, yanks my hair back so I look directly into her eyes. They are filled with sadness. I gulp and shake my head no. The girl smiles and then pulls my hair harder.

"Then why did you kill my brother?"
My eyes widen and then I know who she is. She's Heather Montgomery. The sister of Jamie Montgomery, the boy I killed.

"Oh, I uh, also heard about you and..." She inhales sharply then slowly let's it out. "Cheryl." She let's go of my hair and stands up, smoothing out her blouse. I nearly break my jaw as I clench my teeth together.

I see Heather actually shed a tear. A single drop, falling down her rosey cheek. I roll my lips back and forth and wait for her speak again.

"How is she? Does she still live in Thorn Hill with Penelope?" She days Penelope's name in disgust, hatred, fury. I look down at the fire and nod.

"She's great. Now that we're together." I smirk up at Heather and she clearly holds back a punch. I lift my head and show her my neck. She looks down at it and sees hickeys. Ha ha, I love pissing people off.

She furiously walks towards me and punches me right on the nose. Fuck! This bitch knows how to punch. I roll my lips once and adjust my jaw. She smiles and stands back up, walking to Hal. I forgot he was here.

"Toni, how do you want to die? We can at least give you that." Hal speaks up. I furrow my brows together and think. How do I want to die? I sigh and give them an i-don't-know look.

"Okay, how about Cheryl decides." I jump at her name. Suddenly Hal stalks over into the woods and brings Cheryl out a few seconds later. She is bleeding from her lip and is hunched over like she has been beaten. Heather and I gasp.

"You weren't supposed to hit her, dumbass!" Heather screams at Hal. He throws her down and she coughs up... Blood. Oh no. Heather helps her up and sits her down on the log Hal was sitting on.

Cheryl gapes at Heather and they look at each other, longingly. I shrug and slump down against my tree. I've decided to name it Willie. Might as well if I'm gonna die soon.

Heather reaches up and cups Cheryl's face. She leans in and presses their lips together. I gasp and I'm surprised. Not because of the kiss but because Cheryl doesn't try to pull away. Not even a little.

I feel tears boiling up but I refuse to let these assholes see me cry. Over a summer fling. I sigh and look up at the moon. Its bright white tonight. Probably why I could see the trail here so clearly, I mean besides the, flashlight.

I laugh due to my stupid moon joke. Not really a joke but, enough to stop Heather and Cheryl's... Reunion. I snort and roll my lips back to try not to laugh again. Cheryl gasps and cups her mouth.

I give her a ha-ha-you're-busted smile and she looks away. I feel so empty right now. I mean we never said those three words but still... I planned on it. Heather smirks at me and stands up.

"Well, things always go my way so... I don't even want to kill you now. I want you to suffer, alone. I want you to live your life feeling guilty and horrible. Yeah, Hal untie her." Heather flips her hair and sits back on the log next to Cherr-Cheryl. I almost called her a nickname but she kind of lost the right to be called anything by me anymore.

Hal cuts my ropes and "accidentally" slices my palms. I spit on him and stand up. He gets mad and tries to punch me but I drop down a little and step on his shoe. He wails and I run away before I actually die. I make my way down and up the trail, back to my motorcycle.

I twist the keys in and sit down. I grip the handles but before I get going, I look back into the mountains. No Cheryl. Now I remember. Heather was Cheryl's first love. Her only love.

I twist the handles one more time and ride off on the curvy roads. Now I can cry.