Page 56 of Web of Lies
“You wanna stay alive, Kaycee? Do you want to go back to mommy and daddy at Christmas time?” he whispers, draping the wet strands of my hair behind my ear. I nod, because what else can I say?
“Then you turn back now, tell them you weren’t cut out for this place. The Apocalypse, whoever he may be, is out for your fucking heart. You think this swirly and a dildo in your locker is all they have in store for you? No. So much fucking worse, Kaycee Cole. Go home. Live. And don’t come back.” He shoves my head to the side, knocking into the stall’s wall with a thud.
I wipe the water from my face, sighing at his warning words. I get to my feet, dusting my skirt down, and look back up at Carter. He shoves his hands in his pockets, staring at me in almost disbelief. My chin lifts, confidence soaring through me. He thinks gross toilet water, a dildo, and threats could keep me from finding the answers I need? He’s dead wrong.
“I can’t do that, Carter. Tell the Apocalypse to bring it. I’m not leaving here until I’ve figured out what I came here for.” His lips form a deep frown.
“Fucking stupid bitch. You think this is something to play around with? You heard about those kids in the Bluff, right? Just down the street? Those bodies they found?” I shake my head, because no, I haven’t heard about them. What is he talking about?
“That was for fun. You’re business, Kaycee, and obviously, you’re sticking your sticky little troll nose in places it shouldn’t be.” He growls again, rage flashing in his eyes at my attitude.
But he doesn’t get it. His friend isn’t laying in a grave because someone stabbed her thirty times and covered it up with the flick of his wrist. No. He’s never been through something like that. He’s just a spoiled boy with an attitude for miles and evil running through his veins.
“I’m not leaving,” I say again in a stronger voice. Carter scoffs at me, throwing open the stall door, and stalks out.
“Your fucking funeral then, bitch,” he says right before he leaves. I stare at my wet reflection in the mirror, tasting bile on my tongue. On the plus side, I got cryptic answers. On the negative side, I’m soaking wet and still have more stupid questions.
When will I win this?
From: [email protected]
September 10th, 2020
Kace,
Today I ran back to Ssam and Dean. I still can’t get over when he yeells “CRAZY PEOPLE!” LOL. And then the flashlight and the cat in the locker? Man, this episode is so funny…and then I jumped to season 6, I can’t get over that one when they jump through the window and Dean is so offeended that Sam married Ruby…and omg…it’s an alpaca dumbass! Do you remember the first time we watched all 15 seasons of the summer of freshman year? That was hilarious. We laid on my bedroom floor with endless amounts of popcorn and just…laughed…cried…and got so scared. I keep going backk to those days.
Things here, obviously haven’t been going well. So bad, I had to run back to the episodes that mmade me happyy aagain. And it just keeps getting worse and worse. I think my grades are starting to sllip. I can’t focus in class anymore. I’m just sad, Kace. I thought this school would be amazing, but no matter what I do the bullying gets worse and worse. I went for a walk by mysellf. I’m trying to get brave and just not let them get to me. But I found the pond again. This time Ainsley held me under…she laughed and laughed…I almost diied. I swear. Why do I do this to myself? I need to hire a bodyguard, but Crowe won’t eveen contact me through email…and my mom won’t either. I don’t know what’s going on. Can you…call them? Have them email me? I don’t have a phone sstill……
Ainsley
Seger
Zepp
Chase.
They won’t leave me alone…. I think I need to take some self-defense or something. Tthey dragged me out of my room today…. in the middle of the night. It’s like they knew I was passed out asleep. Seger, Zepp, and Chase drragged me to the football field, handcuffed me to the field goal, and left me there. Ainsley laughed the whole time with all her friends taking pictures and posting them everywhere. I didn’t get free for hours…… I was cold…and in my underwear. Some days I want to come home, buut other days I want to tough thiss out, I know thatt’s what you’d do.
Well enough about my depressing life here. I’m sttill counting down thhee days until Parkford. College is going to be so great. RIGHT!?!?
God, I love you.
Mmags xoxoxo
“Oh Gosh, Kaycee, you’re wetter than French toast in syrup!” Piper gasps, holding two steaming hot coffees in her hands.
Her jaw falls open, ready to catch flies. Wetness drips down my clothes and off the ends of my hair, dropping onto the floor, causing a tiny puddle to pool around my feet, despite the paper towels I used to dry off. Who knew dunking my head in toilet water would cause this?
Sometimes when Piper speaks to me, it doesn’t even register as bizarre anymore. It’s just her, I guess. “What happened?” She asks softly, pulling me out of the library now towards the apartments.
“I went swimming,” I say dryly, looking around the busy courtyard.
Life buzzes around us, kids doing exactly what they did when I arrived here. Gossiping, fighting, throwing a baseball around; kids being kids. Carefree. Living. Soaking in the remaining rays of the fainting summer of early September. Envy rears its ugly head inside of me, begging to join in on the fun. Fun—that’s all I want. Last week felt like a beautiful dream full of promise. Monday started the never-ending nightmare of my destruction.
“Why do you still talk to me?” My eyes stray to Piper’s ever-present joyful smile. Her body bounces happily as she skips beside me.
