Not What It Seems

Chapter 18 || "A soundproof att-"

{ Elizabeth's POV }

"Oh Gwen. I'm so worried!" I screamed, pacing back and forth in my bedroom. I was at wits end and nearly pulling my hair out. "Will he have the same feelings he did when the baby was coming along? When things were better..."

I looked up and saw Gwen lift her head off my pillow. Her newly dyed black hair fell out of its bun and fell over her face.

Her eyes glistened with concern. "Liz, you need to calm the fuck down. Soda has a never ending love for you. You're his one and only!" She exclaimed, picking up a brush and brushing her long curly hair. "There is no doubt in my mind that he'll stop loving you."

I leaned on my dresser and looked at my feet. My hands freely danced with the hem of my dress. "Yeah, you're probably right." And then I saw the scars. I saw the fresh cuts, the old cuts. It was an ongoing thing that I had never really addressed or talked to anyone about. "NO!"

Gwen shot up and walked over to me quickly. "What?" She said concerned. "Liz, are you okay?"

I just realized that wasn't in my head. PULL DOWN THE SLEEVES, LIZ. PULL DOWN THE SLEEVES. I yanked down my sleeves and looked at Gwen, faking a smile.

"Of course I'm okay! " I lied. "Just a little shook up, that's all. I swear."

Gwen eyed me and then walked over to my nightstand. She stared at the pile of crumble I used to look at as a photo of my mum. "Elizabeth... The picture you used to have. I know where you can get a new one." She twirled her finger in the dusty ash.

My eyes widened as I watched her finger drag along my memories. "Where?" I said questioningly.

She got up and walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "At my house in the attic. We have many photo albums there and it just so happens that there's photos of our mums as teenagers. Mum never told me about these albums until last month." Gwen whispered eerily. "What a bitch, huh? Hiding her memories from me, that is."

I looked down at my shoulder where Gwen had gripped me. There were four red dents from her grip. I didn't notice her violence since I was so taken aback.

"Well can we do the searching tomorrow?" I asked.

Gwen slouched and her eyes bulged. "NO!" She coughed and straightened up. "I mean, no. Mum is going out of town and you know how she hates company while she's out." Gwen said. She sounded kinda mischievous. "Besides, the sooner we go the sooner you'll have that photo!

I placed my chin in the palm of my hand and thought about this... Gwen really wants to show me this but then there's... "Sodapop! What about him? I can't just blow him off!" I protested. "I mean, he's my guy!"

Gwen covered my mouth with her hand and looked me dead in the eyes. " Screw him! C'mon we have adventures to embark on!" She yelled, grabbing my hand. It was wet from me licking it in order to get it off my mouth.

We started out of my room but I stopped her. "Gwen, I think I'll be staying here. I wanna see-"

Gwen turned around, locked eyes with me and drew a gun.

"Fucking god, Gwen! You pulled a heater on me!" I yelled.

Gwen twitched and moved closer, pressing the gun against my body. "I'd kill you right now, but you don't have a soundproof attic." She whispered in my ear.

"A soundproof att-" I stopped in mid sentence, sweat pouring down my body. I could feel my blood pumping hot and my heart beating 300 beats a second. "You were going to kill me in your attic?"

Gwen laughed out in evil. "You caught on!" She said, biting my ear. "I've wanted to kill you for so long. Ever since Randy tried to take you on."

My eyebrows knitted in confusion. "What about Randy?" I asked puzzled.

As Gwen stepped so close her body was against mine, I could see a powdery residue right under her nose. Drugs for the win, wow.

"Randy..." She cackled loudly. "Is my step brother. And the guy I'm in love with."

I felt myself swallow down a little vomit. Nasty. I pushed the gun upwards and Gwen brought her other hand up and slapped me across the face. I'm falling backwards, I'm airborne.

I felt myself scream as I tumbled down the flight of stairs from the second story. As I lay there is agony, I could hear Gwen's footsteps make their way down the staircase. I tried to get away but I couldn't.

BANG BANG

She fucking shot me. I'm not sure where. All I know is that I'm going to die. I'm going to die right here from excessive bleeding. I'll bleed out. I'm going to die...

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So what do YOU think is gonna happen next?

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Question: if you could marry Rob Lowe and never have sex with him at all or have sex with Ralph Macchio for ONE night, which would you choose?

I'd go with Rob because at least I'd have the honour of saying we're married, you know?
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