Chapter 27 - Mix feelings . . . Dreaded beginnings
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My mind was switched off. Not functioning correctly and that is how it went. I don't know how long I've been passed out for. I hardly have a clue how I passed out to begin with! But as soon as my mind jolted to awaken I was up on my feet in an instant, off the ground and scanning my surroundings for any predator. I was not quite certain as to why I had suddenly taken caution, but I knew it had to be for some good reason.
My head was unfortunately blank, waiting patiently for the moment for the objects in front of me to help it get some kind of hint, some kind of reason as to why I was currently standing in a messy looking restaurant that looked vaguely familiar. I scratched the back of my head, looking dumbfounded as my eyes gazed upon scattered dinner chairs, turned upside down tables which some were cracked in half, as well as plates shattered all over the checkered flooring. A spaghetti mop was dangling from the counter top just a few feet away from where I stood, making lift my eyebrow in confusion at the inexplicable scene displaying before me. Then my eyes moved to the bad lighting as a hanging light bulb flickered irritably in the far corner of the restaurant.
What ever had happened in this restaurant must have been a terrible disaster. Plus it must have had something to do with me, otherwise why was I here? Why was I passed out on the blood stained floor? And better yet whose blood was I lying in?
Then I heard it. So I wasn't alone as I thought. It was a disgruntled whisper, yet so clear to my ears as it was the only noise that echoed into the silence. It sounded like a struggle, taunting me so. My eyes drifted slowly to the source of the tempting sound. Curiosity got my attention and seeing a blood curled hand stick out from around the counter was what got my feet to move. My steps slow as I approached the hand, moving around to get a better look at what body the bloody hand belonged to.
I gasped with eyes going slightly wide as I saw the remains of a corpse. I couldn't pacifically identify what gender the corpse was due to the fact that there was no head, was no leg and all the insides of the human was everywhere over itself. No lie.
I would have vomited at the mere sight, but I couldn't. I was a dead girl. Wait! I just remembered something about myself!
Barely paying any mind towards the corpse I searched my brain really hard to remember more. And then as like hearing your ears pop, everything came back to me. Of course it came slowly but once I pieced the pieces together, the deadliest scowl immediately replaced my blank expression. The realization forcefully spat at my face that I now understood why my body had tried to make my mind as blank as possible. Because it was only trying to make me forget and block out what had happened in the woods with Chad just a few hours ago.
Clinching my hands into balls with frustration, I looked down and only then noticed that there was a knife getting tightly gripped in my bloody hand. I did not know how or why I had a knife in my hands but I did know for sure that that body lying limply in front of me got attacked by this knife.
So then did I kill this innocent human? I stressed with a quirk of an eyebrow. No... I couldn't have, yet I could very well have! I mean, I was full of rage when I came into this dinner. I wasn't thinking when I approached the waiter at this very counter and I probably blackout and attacked.
Wait, that would mean I'm a cold blooded killer, wouldn't it? "Oh my fucking god!!" I said in disbelief. Taking slow steps backwards, away from the dead human. "I'm a murderer!" I stressed, with my free hand going up to my hair and pulling at it, knowing that pulling won't make the scene in front of me disappear any time soon.
I raised the blood stained old fashioned knife up so I can look at the tool I killed the human with. Every possible thought ran marathon's inside my head, thinking about what would happen when the cops came? What would happen when forensics finds my finger prints all over this place! What would happen when the news reaches Chad? Would he hate me more than he has already?
"Fuck!" I cursed. I needed to get out of here. Now! But then a thought emerged that when I first entered this dinner that there was three people I had see here.
Not wasting anymore time that I know is limited; I walked cautiously around the mess on the floor and to the kitchen.
The color dark red seemed to stand out most to my eyes due to it being painted over everything that it wasn't even funny. No sooner had my eyes spotted a human that I'm guessing was the chef, hunched over the kitchen island with the man's face directly looking at mine. His mouth was wide open and blood slightly pouring out. No tongue was present as far as I could see. I moved to the open door that I knew lead to Toni's office. A very familiar office I was once in not so long ago that Toni, my ex-boss, had hired me in.
Flash memories of working here at this dinner, at Mernie's, flashed through my eyes and I gripped my head as I was trying to block the unwanted memories out. But it was no use as my eyes took me back to six months ago.
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"Hi, welcome to Mernie's a place for smiles. What can I get for you this evening?" One of the waitress's perkily said to a table full of hungry eye-rapping looking males. She personally looked funny to me as I stood slightly behind her, that it looked like she wanted to pee really badly as she kept on bobbing on her heels. But I knew her strategy was to make her boobs bounce for the males at the table so she could get a big tip from them. I wasn't stupid of guessing that and I bet everyone else that worked here at Mernie's did just that!
Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized that the waitress was walking away from the table, leaving me there just staring at the hungry guys like they were ghosts. Talk about awkward! So I spun on my heels and quickly followed her to the kitchen.
"Keep up new girl, I'm not gonna show you everything twice," The waitress snapped at me, turning her head back to the chef and giving the order. She turned back around and purposely bumped into my shoulder as she walked back out of the kitchen. "Look, here are some rules for you. Number one; don't take my tables, ever. Number two don't even bother talking to me after this because I will ignore you. Number three is, your not all that pretty so don't go flirting with my customers and messing with my tips, okay. Other than that welcome to your new job here, new girl. A place for smiles," She finished with a disgusted look flashing in her eyes towards my clothes and walking to another table to serve.
Sigh.
Life just had to be so complicated doesn't it? I miserably thought.
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I shook my head, groaning out loud and sluggishly leaning against the blood covered wall for full support due to feeling suddenly weak and fuzzy. The bloody knife still in my right hand as I tugged at my red hair just wishing for these flashbacks to go away! But yet another one popped up again.
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I was currently carrying out four plates in my hands, full of hot food that was slowly burning against my sensitive skin as I carefully carried it out to one of my tables. All the time I prayed that I wouldn't trip over someone's handbag on the floor or someone's foot for the matter.
It was my second day working here and let me tell you it sucked! My hours were terrible, my lunch breaks were so short, my feet were aching from standing all day on them and plus the stuff that worked here was not making my time here any better. Truthfully I was miserable to the core but at least this was a way for me to pay for supper for a month for myself. Plus maybe with the coins left over I could buy some loose clothes at flee markets, simple as that.
"Here you go" I murmured shyly as I placed three plates down on the table in front of the hungry college students.
Then with the remanding plate full of steaming food, I placed it down on the next table where an old lady sat by herself. I smiled at her before asking, "Sorry to inform you but the chef apologizes for the mix up." I informed the kind eyed lady with a murmur, turning on my heel ready to leave her to eat but her hand stopped me from moving.
"Roman" She harshly whispered. I gave her a confused look.
"What?" I questioned.
"Oh dear, that's not the problem you should be worrying about." The old lady said with a glint in her eyes as it wasn't directed at me but rather passed me. I followed her gaze to see a table in the corner, occupied by guys that I definitely knew from my high school. They were the stoners, always getting high before and in the middle of on-going classes.
I gave the lady a confused look as to why she had just said that. But ignored her silly warning and continued with serving tables, not daring my eyes to look in her direction for the evening. But what got cold shivers climbing up my spine was the look the one guy gave me from that table. It was a look almost telling me that he . . . wanted me. But that was foolish, I thought with a laugh. No one would ever look my way with wanting!
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My eyes cleared up. My hands numbly releasing its tight hold on my hair and falling down to my sides. A gasp escaped my parted lips as realization came flowing over me as I recognized that guy. I'd seen Roman sitting there at that table a few times after that day. He came by himself four times a week, just ordering the same thing every time. I couldn't understand why I hadn't recognized him after I became a dead girl. But I guess I had so much going on in my head lately to notice that he was the guy that always watched me. Always watched how I served tables, cleaned them up, mopped the floors and even get shouted at by Toni. He would only stay two hours tops, but I would always get this uncomfortable grabbing feeling inside me that I normally ignored or just blamed it on stress, as he left or entered the dinner.
But now, now the situation seems different now that I'm looking more into it. Does he know that I'm that Sasha that used to work at Mernie's? I thought. The thought's of him watching me with his intense gaze now seemed creepy to me. Should I still ignore it now that I'm a different looking person? Or should I look further into it? Look for what though? That he was just an innocent customer that fancied me back then?
I shook my head. I knew I didn't have time to stand in the blood covered kitchen of Mernie's and think about a pointless thing. What I need to do was see where the other body is. Toni's body.
My feet moved me again and soon I was outside his office, looking into the dark room. Unfortunately there was no body but rather there was blood. Perhaps he wasn't killed in this office but maybe in the alleyway just out back.
No... I thought. I've already seen everywhere and only found two bodies. Where have I killed Toni then? But as soon as that thought left my head, I said, "I'm sounding like a psycho killer now." I murmured truthfully with disgust. I literally felt so dirty now, more on the inside than outside. Yet deep inside the back of my subconscious was telling me that I'm miss understanding. Yet ignoring it and because of the that dirty feeling I started shivering uncontrollably that I had to question myself one last time about; what really am I?
The question scared me to be honest but perhaps finding out the real truth from Chad would be a killer for me! But I needed to get out of here now. I couldn't be wasting more time as sooner or later someone was bound to walk in the dinner. However, I wonder what the time was exactly.
Gazing at the kitchen clock which told me it was a little after twelve in the morning. Well, there's my quit to leave . . .
I turned around and then almost screamed when I saw Kieran standing there frozen. He was looking at me as if looking at a ghost, or perhaps a monster.
I was speechless. Completely speechless that I guess I choked at that moment. My mouth kept opening and closing yet I still had not forced words come out. It was almost impossible. My eyes searching his pale emotionless face for his reaction thinking if maybe he would be looking at me differently from now on.
"Am I . . . Am I a monster?" I finally got words to come out after a moment passed. Though it was hard to talk because my throat seemed dry and my voice broke that I wonder if he could make out what I said at all.
And then Kieran surprised me completely. He smiled and swiftly embraced me that I was just frozen in my spot, totally dumbfounded as his actions were not what I had expected. Hell, nothing from Kieran is expected as I realized.
"Sasha," Kieran moved back to look in my eyes, "Although I can't understand exactly what you are, you saved me when you took my human life. You would be a monster in my eyes if you didn't kill me. I would hate you actually," He chuckled; face looking so boy-ish that I almost pinched his cheeks. "Whatever you do always has to mean something for some reason. Like killing these people, you probably had good reason for it whether you realized that or not. So no, I don't--I won't ever think of you as a monster. Ever" He said with so much honesty.
I smiled up at him, grateful for the fact that I killed the right guy -- as twisted as that sounded. If you knew mine and Kieran's situation, you would also agree.
"Thank you . . . Thank you Kieran," I repeated, but meaning every word. At least I didn't feel so dirty now. Kieran sort of made me forget, made a smile appear on my face, made me giggle as I kissed his cheek. Though, the downfall was that I only kissed thin air. I couldn't touch Kieran because he was a ghost.
"So... Do you wanna get out of here? This place kinda reminds me of that movie Saw" Kieran remarked with a playful scared look as he gazed at the chef's lifeless body. "Oh god, I think I'm ganna be sick!" He scrunched his face in playful disgust.
I chuckled. God I like this kid!
"Your lucky you're a ghost because if you did throw up, you're cleaning up the mess" I stuck my tongue out to him, receiving some tongue back from Kieran, before walking to the back door and stepping out into the alleyway.
It was still light out so it would be quite noticeable if I walked around carrying a bloody knife with bloody hands. So I put the knife in my shorts with my white top over it, hoping that the blood stains wouldn't attract too many people. But then when I turned to Kieran, I had to ask.
"Kieran, how did you know to find me here?"
He turned to me, happy smile slightly fading. "I felt it" He replied, looking confused as he stared at his ghost feet.
I moved forward. "Felt what?" I pushed.
He shook his head, meeting my gaze again. "I felt this huge uncomfortable tug and I just knew it had to do with you. So next thing you know, I blink and suddenly I'm standing inside Mernie's and seeing blood and bodies everywhere." He shrugged like it was no big deal that he was speaking about blood and bodies.
I nodded, understanding slightly. Ever since that day I killed him, he's been able to pop up places where I go without me questioning how he did it. At least now I'm getting some sort of knowledge of how ghost's work.
"Could you transport yourself home at least? Are do I have to be there for you to do that disappearing -- then reappearing thingy?" I questioned as we began to walk forward.
His face suddenly lit up at the mention of our 'home'. He nodded. "Preferably you should go first, I don't want you walking the streets home alone. And besides I can give you some company while we walk 'home'" He smirked.
I laughed, wishing I could ruff up his hair, but not pushing for him to leave first. He still doesn't know that I'm also dead and a Flesher that has super speed so I'd just leave him for now. Just until we settle in more and then I'll break the news to him. But perhaps by then he would have already started piecing the pieces together about my crazy behavior. Hopefully soon because it sucked to have to walk on foot for an hour, just to get home.
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My head barely moved from being comfortably placed on the dirty cushion, as I had heard a car pull up out front and someone walking inside the warehouse -- mine and Kieran's house. I didn't need to be a whiz kid to know who had stopped by. I can practically smell the devil from a mile away.
As stubborn as I was, I refused to get up from lying down. It was already nine o'clock now and it was relaxing time for me so to hell with him! If he wanted to come by, he should have come much earlier. And plus his probably just here to check up on me -- which I just remembered that he wouldn't because he dislikes me as his Flesher and all! So maybe he came by because he came to apologize? But who am I kidding. Pigs would start flying when that day came!
Curiosity ate me up inside as I was tempted to look over the couch to see where he was and what he was doing here. I had no reason for him to come by. I had enough clothes, enough shampoo, enough company -- but he doesn't need to know that last one!
But still, I just continued to lie on the dirty stained couch, feeling sorry for myself and totally ignoring him. Take that.
And then I heard him clear his throat. Yet still I had not even moved a muscle. He coughed to indicate his presents. But truthfully, I didn't want any of his stupid presents. Him himself should just go to hell and rot there for all eternity that motherfucker --
"I know your awake, Sasha. I can practically hear your thoughts screaming in my head from China." Chad said in an annoyed tone from behind the couch.
I was almost going to give a sly comment back to him, saying that I can think whatever the fuck I want! But remembered that I was not going to give Chad the satisfaction of talking to him. Nope. Not one word is going to be for him out of my mouth. Nope. My pride has been shattered and now I will never forgive him. NEVER!
I heard him sigh.
"Fine then" He snapped angrily. "I won't speak to you either!" He sounded pissed off now. Well good! I certainly don't recall inviting him over for a chit-chat or inviting him over period.
I then heard him angrily stalk off out the house, slamming the door shut with so much force that it actually broke in half. I swiftly sat up and peered over the couch to see the front door had literally looked like it had been dropped from a cliff.
Groan. Great... Just fan-frikken-tastic. Now I don't have a door anymore thanks to Chad! Why does he always throw tantrums and causes things he touches to break. Like me for instance. I've done nothing wrong here and yet he breaks me just like he broke my door. Jeesh, does Chad really hate me that --
Before I know it, I hear his car door shut again followed by heavy stomps on the wood and then see his shadow approaching.
As quick as a cheetah, I swiftly ducked down again, resting my head back onto the comfortable pillow, pretending that I still haven't moved from my spot. Chad didn't notice me because all he did was curse at the door, calling it the stupid one and then march to the kitchen. My ears focused extra hard on what he was busy doing in the kitchen and almost jumping way up into the air when I heard a loud chop sound.
The smell hit my nose stronger than anything. My toes curled inwards with excitement and soon everywhere over my body I was getting mad tingles that wouldn't calm down. But I had to use all my might to force myself not to get up. But then unfortunately the smell grew closer and closer, hearing him approach me like he new to tease me in a selfish way.
Then I hungrily watched as he placed it on the coffee table in front of me, taunting me and all my willpower.
But I won't give in. Never. I refuse to eat his arm in front of him. As hard as this was for me, I just had to remind myself the encounter we had in the woods with his words breaking me. And it surprisingly worked. I didn't look at his arm with burning hungry eyes. I didn't want to jump up and swiftly snatch his dripping juicy arm in my hands and devour the flesh. Nope.
Growl!!!!!
And there the alarm went off. Traitor, I mentally scolded my stomach for crying out it was hungry. Didn't my tummy know when to control its cries? It could have kept in the cries in and only when Chad leaves me alone would it be free for screaming as much as it wanted to! But no . . . It just had to growl, showing Chad just how much I'm totally starving to death that it felt like I haven't eaten for an entire year!
You try experiencing that. Try not eating for a year and see how I'm feeling now -- even though I got feed three days ago -- but still!
I can just picture Chad smirking at me, looking all smug that my body reacted to his flesh. Yet unfortunately he doesn't have my strict mind that's forcing my body to stay put.
"Look, I don't wanna be here just as badly as you don't want me here. But you have to eat Sasha" He begged, still keeping that annoyed tone at bay. He shifted the arm closer to me on the table. The smell of roasted bacon and eggs, roasted apple pie, baked potatoes and some other smells just got stronger to my nose.
It took everything I had in me to block my greedy nose. And still, I did not even move, did not even blink for the matter. Did not even look at Chad's' face as it was in view now.
"God dammit, Sasha!" He yelled, clear frowns creasing his smooth forehead. He tugged at his chestnut colored hair with stress. "Just eat the god damn flesh, NOW!" He commanded with authority spitting out his mouth.
My mind forced my eyes not to look into he's and probably get suck in. Refused to be the slightest intimidated for his threatening tone. Refused to be alarmed towards his intimidating body posture. So all I did was stare at the coffee table and let a smirk take my lips that I knew would get Chad even more pissed off -- if that's even possible as his looks could kill!
"Fuck! I don't have time for this." He cursed, clearly hating that fact that I'm ignoring him completely. And then with anger he picked up his arm and actually threw it at my face.
A gasp managed to escape my lips as it landed straight on the side of my face with a thud and a splatter.
I sat up immediately. My body shook with rage and a menace scowl took over my shocked expression. Though I still did not look at Chad, but rather at the floor where his arm had landed after I sat up. I knew that cursing every last bad word out from the dictionary at Chad was not smart because then at least I was speaking to him. So instead I chose to sit silently with tight lips, scowling at the arm and letting all the anger seep calmly out as I mentally told myself to remain calm and uncaring.
He was now even more frustrated than ever, pulling at his hair that some of his hair fell out. To be honest, from the corner of my eyes he looked pretty hot the way his hair stood out in all directions. A small smirk came to my lips again as this was a very satisfying moment for me, making a mental note to use this ignoring strategy more often when it comes to Chad.
He cursed at me again and not a second later he zoomed out of the house. I didn't hear his car starting so he must have abandoned it and just took off to the road instead.
This time I let a huge smile break onto my lips as I just realized I was able to not give into his temptation! As well as I pissed off Chad completely by doing absolutely nothing for him to get a sulky tantrum.
I actually felt like I had accomplished something that I got up and literally did a happy dance. Call me nerdy but it felt great to piss off Chad. Well he deserved every moment of my silent treatment, especially after he rudely threw his arm at me.
But then as soon as the word 'arm' left my mind, my stomach erupted into the loudest growl you will ever hear in a million years. No lie. It was hungry all right and was not going to settle down if it didn't get what it wanted. And it wanted that delicious looking arm on the floor!
I abruptly stopped mid-way in doing a weird hippy dance move, eyes immediately spotting the juicy arm at my feet and swiftly snatch it up and devour it into my mouth. The taste of bacon, lasagna, pizza, roasted apple pie and everything delicious you could think of went into my mouth and down my throat. Calming my growls instantly as it was getting satisfied with each big greedy bite.
Soon after it was all finished and a wave of disappointment washed over me as I looked down to my hands that had no more of Chad. But nonetheless I straight away licked my fingers clean before jumping into the shower to clean up.
When I stepped out of the cobwebbed shower, I looked down to the blood stained clothes of mine and wondered if Chad had noticed my clothes? Because after that incident at Mernie's I hadn't made an effort to change out of my clothes just yet, due to being so frazzled and all. So did he notice the dry blood on my white shirt when I sat up?
If so, then why didn't he question where it came from or if I had cut myself or something? But with the disappointment of realizing he doesn't truly care about me, I had to push those questions away with a heartless shrug. One thing was for sure; I hate Chad and Chad hates me back more.
Gosh, why did I get the luck of having him being my maker? Why couldn't luck be on my side for once and make fate choose Clayton to be mine -- I mean, maker?
All fate has granted me with was a moody, arrogant, selfish, conceiving, uncaring, rude, self centered, and possessive vampire that has fake looking fangs! And that admitted he doesn't want me as his Flesher.
But then why try and feed me when you hate me Chad? I questioned, looking at my reflection in the dirty stained mirror. I was surprised that he would even make a turn this side and feed me any of him because I had thought that after what he said to me -- and after I had slapped him -- that he would just leave me to die here by myself, while he goes and finds another Flesher that would be more obedient to control.
Just the thought of another girl being his Flesher had brought anger to rise on my face and my hands clinch tightly into furious fist-balls. Just picturing Chad making out with the replacement girl, show all his attention towards her and probably get further with her than how far we already had went, was what got me to swing my balled hand back and send it furiously towards the mirror.
The mirror didn't shatter; it burst like a volcano into millions of pieces, with my hand going right through the wall. The impact snapped me back to sanity and instantly I regretted damaging a house that didn't even belong to me. I knew the reason why I had angrily thrown that witty punch and I did not want to admit it to myself. Probably if this was a movie, the audience would be thinking, "She got some serious anger issues" or "Jealous much? That psycho mind of hers is going to do something stupid soon, no doubt". And the imaginary audience was right, unfortunately. I was thinking at that moment to plan for some kind of payback if Chad ever had to replace me. It would be the first thing to do on my 'to do list', that's for sure!
No one replaces Sasha. I will be a hundred percent ready for that day to come. I would make the replacement girl live in fear. I would make it my daily routine to give Chad hell.
But of course I needed to think about the fact that I was going to starve to death. And by the time the replacement girl becomes his new Flesher, I would probably be on my death bed still hating Chad. Now was that a nice way to officially die?
The thought did scare me though. To officially die, I mean. How the starvation would be slowly eating away my insides at every passing minute, got me to stumble to the hard ground, clutching onto the wet towel like my life depended on it.
My eyes watched as all my blood that had been spilling out of my deeply cut hand, seemed to be running back towards me. The liquid climbed onto my foot with it then sliding up my leg and thigh, running on top of my towel without shockingly leaving any blood stains, and then swiftly climbing into my cut.
Funny enough, this strange action had brought a smile upon my lips as it reminded me of my first day of being a Flesher. I remembered that day as if it was just yesterday, when truthfully it had been a little over two months ago. I remember when I woke up, got terrified of finding myself covered in my own blood, mixed with rotten guts. Remembered looking like a completely different person under all of that blood mess. Remember the look Chad had in his eyes when he watched me walk naked in front of him, and remembered eating my very first flesh. Chad's flesh. Those memories was all I had left to forever remember and forever cherish with happiness, as those were what actually got me to stop being angry for awhile. My smile had somehow turned into a wide grin that I found hard to tame down.
To be honest, Chad and I did have some good times together I admit. But now he doesn't want any of it. And I know for a fact that he seriously doesn't care one bit about me, other than just feeding me so that he wouldn't lose his worker. I know this because he would have paid attention to Kieran more and realize he's dead thanks to me. He would have also figured out that my grades are dropping tremendously that soon I wouldn't be able to graduate. But I guess I can't blame my grades on him now that I think about it. It was my problem anyways.
But then maybe he wanted that to happen? Maybe, just maybe it was his plan to get me distracted by messing with my hormones so that I can't focus in class. Hmm I wonder if I just figured him out. Nevertheless I could be wrong and just be assuming.
I guess I'm thinking too much into things, making my brain work extra harder for stupid thoughts.
I sighed, looking at my arm and hand and not at all surprised to see that the deep cut had neatly closed up. Not one stain or scar of evidents displayed that I actually got injured today. Though the sprinkled glass all over the bathroom showed there had been some violent action. But then again, who would know? Who would care? Definitely not Chad.
Stop thinking about him! My mind snapped back at me for getting myself worked up again. It was he's fault after all. Well, his and mine - but mostly his!
Yet I knew sitting around, mopping about my sorrows and hating Chad more wasn't going to get my mind off of him anytime soon. Nor the fact that I was on the verge of failing this semester. I needed to bring back a piece of that old Sasha. I was going to need her help in pushing me to get back into getting my grades on track.
This was going to be a tough year from this part on but in order to get out of here, out of his way, I would have to pass this year and run away to college for good.
This was and still is my plan. And I'm not changing it.
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