To Make Them Pay

Kendra

I walked. I kept walking. I didn't stop. Before I knew it I was out of breath, sweating. Where am I supposed to go now? Let me think. Who's next? I took out the list from my pocket. Kendra. Oh Kendra, you should be careful about who you call names. Let's get her. Then turn left on the next block. Her house is down the street. I turned right on the next block. I breathed in the now chilly night air. I walked past a few houses. There it was. I recognized it. I went there so many times. She pretended to trust me. She let me trust her. Everything I told her. I'll make her pay. Just like the rest of them. I'll make them all pay. I walked up to the big red door. I tried the knob. It was open. That's curious. I guess she was home. I walked down the hall and turned left into the big living room. I always thought that the architect may have been a lefty. Almost everything that was used frequently was on the left.
There she was. Sitting on the couch. Watching her favorite movie. Mean Girls. To selfish and conceited to ever know that she was one of them. She was a plastic. They all were. They were all fake liars based on beauty and how much money you had. Pretending to be nice then going behind your back to do the opposite. Gossiping. Getting into someone's personal life just to destroy them. She on her phone. Texting. I snuck behind her quietly. I looked down at the screen. Angelie. Where are you? Why aren't you answering? She wrote. Little did she know. She put the phone down and sighed, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl beside her. "Careful Ken, you wouldn't want that to effect your new diet." She gasped. "A-a-amanda! What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I grabbed by the bun of hair on top of her head and she screamed hysterically. I smacked her. "Shut up!" I threw her on the ground. Too stunned to fight back she just stared up at me. "Amanda, please talk to me. I've been look-" I kicked and she moaned in pain. I saw her eyes begin to tear up. "Really,you were?" I asked sarcastically. "It looked to me like you were looking for Angelie." I picked her up so she was facing me. We were eye to eye. "You lied to me."
"No."
"I trusted you."
"No."
"And you lied."
"No. Ama-"
I hit her again.
"No! It's my turn to talk! I'm tired of everyone telling me to calm down. Telling me it's going to alright!"
"Amanda I-" She grabbed the bowl and hit me on the head. The ceramic would have knocked out someone like me. But I had extra strength. Bowl in hand, she lunged for me again. I jumped out of the way and tripped her. She fell. The bowl broke into three pieces on the marble floor. I grabbed a piece and tried to stab her. She rolled out of the way. I could hear Regina George yelling at Cady Heron in the movie. This was our favorite part. When Regina, legendary plastic, tries to put Cady in her place for the last time. She gets hit by a bus. It's funny. We always loved it. When the mean girl finally got what she deserved. Kendra got up and trued to run. I grabbed her ankle and she fell on her stomach. I heard her groan. I pulled her towards me as she screeched. I pulled her under me and drove the shard in my hand into her stomach. I heard her choke. I listened as she struggled for air. Struggled for words. Struggled to cry for help. I looked her in the eyes. "Amanda-" she said barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry. For everything." Her eyes grew cold and emotionless. Her chest and stomach stopped moving. I stared into her still open eyes. I began to cry. I heard her cry too. "I'm so sorry Ken. I love you." Let's get the fuck out of here. I'm done with this. Not according to the list. Come on. Let's finish this. And Don't. Look. Back. Ok...