Death of the Perfect Girl

80- The Coward

Having a posting marathon guys!! I've already written the full book. I've just been nervous about ending   it. There are 94+ chapters. So soon, you'll know who killed Sadie. Enjoy!!

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November

Fisher limped down the hallway, holding his crutch tightly under his arm. His eyes scanned the hallway, making eyes contact everywhere he looked. They were all staring at him. He bowed his head trying to avoid the looks of sympathy.

He made his way to his locker and opened it. A paper fell on the floor. He sighed dreading the thought of having to bend over. A girl quickly rushed over to him and picked up the paper. She handed it to him. "Here."

"Thanks," he took it giving her a nod then turning away. He adjusted the crutch under his arm then looked opened the paper. His brows immediately furrowed. He looked around the hallway then back at the paper.

Want revenge? Meet us in Mrs. Taylor's class at three.

He squinted at the paper then tucked it in his pocket. He looked around the hallway one last time. His eyes stopped on Charlotte. She smirked at him and nodded then she turned to walk away. "Wait- Charlotte!" He turned to start walking toward her but his ankle began to sting. He hissed at the pain and leaned up against his open locker.

Chris suddenly appeared in front of him with folded arms.

Fisher stood straight and glared at Chris, shutting his locker. "What do you want?"

"To talk," Chris looked back, then he sighed and looked at Fisher. "Look...I heard that you didn't tell the cops it was us who beat you up-"

"And you're here to thank me." Fisher shook his head. "I don't need your thank you or your apology. You're an idiot and you're going to end up locked up regardless of if I tell the cops or not."

Chris lifted his head. "Whatever." He turned and walked away from Fisher.

Fisher sighed and started making his way to his first class. He froze when he saw Sadie coming down the hallway. She looked different. Miserable. Her hair was pulled back and she wasn't wearing make up. Not was she dressed up like she usually was. She wore sweats and dirty sneakers. She stopped walking when she saw him. A cunning smirk hit her cheek.

Fisher squeezed the crutch under his arm feeling hot blood fill his head. He suddenly forgot about his sprained ankle and began to limp over to her.

She lifted her head and smiled as he approached her. "Hi-"

Fisher quickly jammed his crutch into her foot.

She screamed out in pain and pushed him to the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you? You idiot!"

Fisher grabbed his ankle and began to cry. A group of people rushed over to him helping him to his feet.

"What is your problem?" A girl pushed Sadie.

Sadie's jaw dropped. "Did you not see what he did to me-"

"I saw you push him!" The girl pushed Sadie again. "That's what I saw-"

"Because he stepped on my foot-"

"My foot doesn't even work," Fisher shook his head. "No thanks to you."

Sadie stared at him in shock. "Your...crutch. You used the crutch to do it."

"Does that matter?" The girl pushed Sadie one more time. "You're the reason he's hurt! You think that the world revolves around you and you make people do all of your dirty work."

"What are you...," Sadie looked at Fisher.

He smirked.

She turned around and started walking away.

"We know about what she did to you," the girl walked over to Fisher. "She won't get away with any of this much longer.

Sadie frowned and bowed her head. She walked into the girls' restroom. Poppy stood by the sink washing her hands. She turned to her. She rolled her eyes but when she heard Sadie crying she turned to her again. "Are you here to manipulate me?"

Sadie shook her head, wiping her cheeks. She walked over to one of the stalls and went inside, shutting the door.

Poppy stood wiping her hands. She was about to walk out when Sadie's crying made her stop. She sighed looking up at the ceiling. "Sadie," she walked over to the stall door. "Hey," she touched the door, "what's going on?"

"Don't be nice to me," Sadie wept. "I'm sick and twisted and I don't deserve your kindness. So...leave me alone."

"Hey," Poppy smiled, "the first stage to change is knowing that you're doing something bad. Open the door so we can talk."

Sadie wiped her cheeks in her sleeves. "Why?"

"I can live with myself if you don't, to be honest... I'm being nice to you because I know you don't win. I'm happy and I'm getting help for my mental illness. I want you to get better as well...but I need to know why you hate me first."

Sadie sighed. "I don't hate you. I hate your sister."

Poppy furrowed her brows. "What?"

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Fisher stood in front of the classroom door squeezing the knob. What kind of revenge was Charlotte planning and who else was in there with her? He opened the door and walked inside. His eyes grew.