Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Still, all of that could’ve been overlooked had she not tried to destroy Lora, had she not tried to blame her for her near violation, and had others spread that shit around. That’s some low fucking shit. If that’s not bad enough, the few times, I happened to catch her staring at Lora, who now sat with me at lunch every day, the look on her face was nothing short of malevolent.
The rumors instead of waning and tapering off had also only grown more vicious over time. Luckily my girl had been spared from hearing that ugly shit through a lot of hard work on my part, which pretty much kept that bullshit from reaching her ears.
I had to make a lot of threats to pull that shit off, to keep that shit from getting back to her and when I asked Sherry to cut it out, in a last-ditch effort to spare her the wrath I was tempted to unleash on her, she’d just smiled at me and gave me that ‘it wasn’t me, I don’t know what you’re talking about’ bullshit.
I knew she was lying, of course, and from her actions since had come to realize that she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Whatever her agenda, it didn’t seem possible for her to stop what she’d started. In short, it was more worth it to her to carry on in that vein than to pull the fuck back like I’d asked her to.
That’s when I decided to take the gloves off and put her ass in check. Whether she knew how destructive what she was doing to Lora could be or not, I’m not sure, and it no longer matters. She’s been warned, and either she’s crazy or just plain evil, but nothing I tried seems able to stop her from going after my girl, so I made up my mind to hit back and hit hard.
As the man who plans to marry Lora, it’s what I should do. Shit like this can follow you around for life. If Sherry’s lies should stick and others start believing that Lora was responsible for what almost happened to her that night, that shit could be a dark cloud over my girl’s head for the foreseeable future.
I knew what she was doing, of course, or what she was trying to do. She was undermining Lora and trying to ostracize her from the few people the girl actually liked here. Most of the others had stopped playing into her shit, but there were still a few who thought it was okay to give my girl a hard time.
Some fuck is wrong with teenage girls. They don’t seem to care if the shit they’re spreading is true or not; they just run with that shit. It’s like some of them were trying to outdo each other, trying to see who could do the most damage with their lies and innuendos.
I had to remind myself that they didn’t know that she was now mine, which meant she was off fucking limits. But then again, as my stepsister, she should have the same coverage. They didn’t seem to think so, and so they let themselves be swept up in the fuckery that was started by Sherry and had nothing to do with them, but which was about to cost them big.
Once I made up my mind what course of action I wanted to take, I’d spent a whole day thinking about the best way to bring her down. I didn’t know shit about her, though, and had no way of hitting back at her, so I came up with the only thing that made sense.
Lora had been laying on my chest out by the pool while our parents were at the hospital with our new baby sister. She had no idea that while she traced patterns on my skin with her fingertips that I was plotting the demise of someone else.
I feel no remorse whatsoever over what I’m about to do to Sherry. She’d been given more than enough warnings, and she went too fucking far. For someone who has so much to hide, she should’ve kept her ass quiet, but I guess she didn’t expect me to find out, how could she?
It wasn’t hard finding what I wanted. Since everyone pretty much lives on their phones and tablets these days, I knew just where to look. A little research on Google gave me all the instructions I needed, and all it cost me was a few bucks and a little tech work. It’s easy as fuck to clone a phone once you know-how.
I went through everything she’d done on that phone since she owned it, every text sent and received, the notes she kept, and every voicemail; even the ones that had been erased were retrieved. I only gave her a little taste of what she had coming, and she was already running scared. Too late, she should’ve listened when I told her to back the fuck off of my girl.