Engraved.

Chapter 18

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I sit across Abigail on the dining table.

Her face doesn't reveal how she feels and neither do her eyes. She is angry. I don't know for what. Angry, sad all mixed together in the perfect proportion and shown on her face. It so hard to read her expressions but from the way she sits it is quite obvious to me.

I came back from the tracks a few minutes ago. It was night. The moment I walked in my house she ordered me to sit so I did. She hasn't spoken a word to me and neither have I. Ten minutes have gone by. None of us seem to talk.

She stares at me, the same way Xavier does; curiously. She wants to find answers. And maybe, if she asked I would give them to her.

But she doesn't speak so or remain quiet.

After a while she breaks the silence saying, "Do you know what you did, Katrina?"

She uses my full name and I know that I am in trouble. She always calls me 'K' or 'Kit-Kat' never my full name.

I simply shake my head. It is true. I have no idea what I have done. And perhaps that is my mistake. Not knowing what I have done or what I did. That has always been my flaw. I don't know where I go wrong. And maybe, I never will know.

"You drowned yourself in tablets and acted like a mentally unstable 3 year old," she says. She is trying hard to keep calm.

"You know, I hate being sick Abby. I couldn't take it anymore, so I did what I had to do. Besides I am alive right now, aren't I?" I shrug and say.

"You could have died," she shouts and I flinch, "I can't afford to loose you too."

That is the last thing she says before she storms out of the house with her purse in her hands.

I move towards the kitchen getting nutella and resume my fabulous date with Netflix.

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Xavier smiles at me widely.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" I ask.

He is honestly creeping the eff out of me.

"You know, love," he says, "yesterday a girl called me hot and charming."

"Really, she must have been blind," I say.

"Wait till' you see that girl's face, love," he says in a teasing manner.

Xavier had pulled me into a hallway when the final bell had rung and made me skip the first period. I didn't mind.

He removes his phone out and types the password is his phone. The phone unlocks and he goes in the gallery opening videos.

He plays on one and shows it to me.

In a pure state of confusion I ask, "What is this?"

He doesn't reply. And I watch the video.

I am in it. Singing. Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer. Like a mad woman. After my concert I go towards the window sill and say that Xavier is hot and charming like Vogue models.

The video ends when Abigail enters and I look up at him. He smiles at me and I bite back a shiver of fear.

"Are you going to send that to someone?" I ask.

"No, I won't, love. I know you hate attention but I can and will not make any promises. I won't send it to people if you become my become my slave for a week," he proposes, "Not like a real slave. Just cook me dinner, and sleep in my house. Do the chores, that's all."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll send it to every person in my contact and post it on social media saying that you have a weird crush on me," he says smiling evilly.

"Can I get back to you?" I ask.

"Oh! And by the way, I can also tell people that you and Abigail are sisters," he says. He leaves after that not leaving me any time to contemplate.

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"What do I do?" I ask Nathan who seems to be in a deep thought.

"About what?" he asks.

"Xavier," I say in a hushed tone, "He threatened me. I need it be his slave or he will send a embarrassing video of mine."

After school had ended I cornered Nathan to ask him about advice. He is the closest thing that I have to a best friend. I need to consult him.

But something about Xavier again, didn't match up. He said that he wanted me to be his slave very quickly. Like, it was a reflex action. I thought he would want some time to decide on what he's wanted to do with me. Then again, he didn't talk to me yesterday so he could have been thinking.

"So let him," he casually shrugs.

"He'll tell people that Abigail and I are sisters," I say flailing my arms around.

"Wait, you and Abby are sisters!"

"No way!" he shakes his head as if that action will make my answer become false, "You two are so different."

"I know," I say, "But can we not talk about that right now. What do I do of that damn video?"

"Steal his phone and delete the video," he suggest after recovering from the shock that Abigail and I are sister.

Oh boy! That is the only thing left for me to do, right? But I can't sneak into his house from the balcony and then unlock his phone inside his bedroom and delete the video, can I?

You've done it before, so why not now?

I almost scold my inner voice to shut up but then I realize that she and I are the same person.

You're so dumb.

I almost want to hit my head on something. I want to know if my mom ever dropped me on the head when I was a baby.

But somehow I know.

That this is one of the decisions that I am going to regret later on.

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