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Chapter 31
The phone shook as I grasped it tightly in my trembling hands. The note was written on a crumpled piece of paper, torn straight from an old notebook, evident from the tattered edges.
I read the messy words over and over again, trying to make sense of it all.
I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry to Mom, Dad, Parker, Amalia Hadid, Reniella De Vega, Deshawn Cervantes, and whoever else I've come across lately.
Everywhere I look I see Deshawn's face. He's always there, whispering in my ear and sneering at the awful decisions that I've made. He hates me, in life and death, and I can't bear to see his face. It's painful. Reniella De Vega would know what I'm talking about, I know she can see him too.
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