An Old Friend Tried To Get Revenge On Me In The Most Twisted Way Possible

Yes, I’d wanted to do this. I’d wanted to take revenge on my classmates and anyone else who got in our way. I’d wanted to do it with Taylor, and that’s why I made her believe I hated her, that’s why I’d hidden myself from her. That’s why I pretended that she’d never existed. Because if I hadn’t…

I shook the thought away from my head. It wouldn’t do any good to start thinking like that. I had a job to do, so I said, “Taylor, I know you want to hurt the people who hurt us, but these kids haven’t done anything to you. They aren’t the ones you want to hurt. Let them go, Taylor.”

She shook her head and a strange gleam entered her eyes. At that moment, those green orbs were the most beautiful I’d ever seen them… until she gave me her answer. “Ah, that’s where you’re wrong, Lily. These kids… they’re poisoned. Poisoned by this town and its people. And they’re going to hurt some poor kids just like we were hurt. You know it and I know it.”

“Taylor…” I didn’t like where this was going.

“No, listen. This boy right here. Don’t you know who it is? Look at his face. Look and tell me.”

I humored her and looked at him. Now that she’d said it, he did look a little familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him.

“It’s Amanda’s son. You remember Amanda, don’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question. How could I forget the name of the worst bully in school? Well, not that I hadn’t tried. I’d tried so very hard for so many years. And in the end, it came back to this.

“We can hurt her, Lily. We can hurt her and, at the same time, stop this town from poisoning anyone else.”

“Taylor, listen to yourself. This isn’t like you.” But it was like her. It was exactly what she’d do. And I had to find some way to convince her to let go of the gun or she’d do it.

And then, of course, the game changed.

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