Twisted

Maddie

"Peyton please! you can't do this!" I begged her.

"You can't stop me. Remember that time when you embarrassed me at my tenth birthday party by pulling my pants down?" She snickered.

"Yes I do! but you can't! Peyton this isn't you!"

"I know. But this picture isn't you either."

"Are you a heterophobe?" I yelled.

"Straight people are gross! how can you love somebody like that? you need to take a higher dose of pills and go to therapy!" she yelled.

"Therapy can't fix me!" I yelled.

"Oh oops. I accidentally posted this on every social media account I own!" she laughed.

"God dammit Peyton! you're dead!" I screamed as I lunged at her, I missed her head but I managed to grab her neck, I kneed her in the stomach, she scratched me and attempted to hit me but its no use. I threw her into the ground and I continued to punch her repeatedly.

Brandon and Matt walked in and they pulled me off her.

"What the hell Maddie?" they screamed

"Check her Instagram." I hissed.

Matt pulled his phone up and his jaw dropped, he obviously saw the picture.

He showed Brandon the picture and he shook his head.

"She's a heterophobe" I hissed.

"There are no such thing, they're just assholes." Brandon spat.

"Delete the photos from everywhere" Matt hissed at Peyton.

"You're an awful person." Brandon spat.

Matt carried me out of the room.

"It'll be alright." He rubbed my arm and then him and Brandon left to go somewhere more private probably.