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Swallowing a hard lump, I look to Hayden. “Who gave this to you?”
“Killer came across it. Someone must have dropped it off, and no one saw who it was. Crew and Tank never saw anyone either.”
Shaking and with my heart beating fast, I rush down the hall to Hayden’s room. Shutting the door behind me, I begin to have a panic attack. I can’t fucking breathe, and the room spins as dizziness takes over, and I have to make myself sit on the edge of the bed. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I hear a knock on the door.
“Claire, it’s me,” Hayden calls through. “Open up.”
I rush to open the door. “Who all has seen that? Has my brother seen it? Oh god, I’m going to throw up.” Pacing the floor, I run a hand throw my hair.
“Killer, you and I are the only ones that saw it. And if I can help it, no one else will see it. It may come to me having to tell the guys because I can’t keep something like this a secret. But they won’t see the video,” he promises.
Sitting at the head of his bed, I bring my knees to my chest and buy my head while the tears continue.
“Why is someone out to get me?”
The bed dips when Hayden sits next to me, and he pulls me into him, kissing the top of my head. “I don’t know, princess. I don’t know.”
We sit in silence because what are you supposed to do when something like this happens? I cannot figure out why I am the target of someone’s hate. I have never been cruel to anyone.
“I bet that bitch is behind it. I can’t think of anyone else. And I don’t even know why she would do it.”
“I think I need to bring it to the guys’ attention. They can get the word out to people on the street. And it seems like Rowan knows a lot of people.”
“Ugh. I really don’t want Rowan to even know about this. It is humiliating. And who knows how many other people have seen it if it’s posted online. Oh god, is it posted online?”
Hayden hesitates before answering. “Maybe people haven’t seen it yet. Let me go talk to Killer, I know he is good with computers, and see if he can get it removed.”
I nod. But as soon as he leaves the room, I bury my head in the pillow and scream. This is literally a living nightmare, and I’m not sure how much more I can take. It’s more than one person should bare.
The events of the day have me spent, and my eyes feel heavy.
“Rowan,” my voice low and slow. “What happened?”
I stand, looking at my now dead mother with a needle sticking out of her arm.
“I gave her too much,” he whispers softly.
“On purpose?”
“She thought she was teaching me how to get her high. But yes, I gave her too much on purpose. I’ve been watching and studying how much is enough to get her high. So adding more was easy.”
“You killed our mother?”
“She deserved it,” he says, disgusted.
We continue standing in front of her as she is slumped on the couch.
“She would have never let us go. Now we are free,” he adds. “It was the drugs or strangle her.”
“Rowan! Now what do we do?”
“Call the police. It will like an accidental overdose.”
When the emergency people arrive, they put mom on a gurney and wheel her out. And being that I am eighteen and Rowan is twenty, we are of age to be on our own.
“Now what?” I question when we are all alone.
“Now we get to live our life how we want.”
