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111. LUTHER The attack on Abigail Fleming, who most of my classmates know very well, has been all everyone is talking about. As for me, I pretend not to be so interested in the topic as I bury my nose into giant books in the library, but all I can really think of is Rob Langmore. It's not right what's happening to him, and I feel so tied because Marlon won't allow me to get anymore involved. "Heard that Steve Langmore is also in jail. He assaulted an officer, so they are going to keep him for the next three days." Two gossipping girls whisper in the library. I'm just a few tables away, but I'm hearing everything so loud and clear. It's so distracting, so loud, that I don't know when my pen snap in my hand. The crunch sound makes everyone turn around to look at me, and I almost wish I can disappear because of the embarrassment. It's just noon, and that means that I have two more classes, but they are skippable ones. So, I pack all of my stuff and head directly to the parking

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112. LUTHER We abandon the dishes and go to Rob's room to find the receipt. The place is an eyesore, Rob seems to prefer the floor than the closet for his clothes, but after digging for a hot minute, we get what we want. I cross-check to make sure that everything is correct. Time is his biggest alibi. He was in the store about twenty minutes before Bernice shot Abigail, except he can get to Pensville in twenty minutes, he is completely innocent. "What now?" Nola folds her hands. "Do we call the police?" "Not yet, I don't know who to trust and who not to," I murmur, taking out my phone. "I have someone else in mind." "Who?" She presses. "Don't worry about it, Nola," I wave her away, and she scoffs like an annoyed little sister. I don't want her finding out about Marlon and I. We have been seen around too much, it's beyond risky at this point. When I dial his line, it rings for a while before he picks up. "Yeah, Luther." He sounds bored. "So, I'm at the Langmores house, and

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113. MARLON "Really, Marlon? You told the police to track my phone from the day of the shooting?!" The caller's number is hidden, but it's Bernice's voice I hear. That shouldn't be, because I have blocked every access she is supposed to have with him. "Don't be mute out of shock, Marlon. You fucking blocked me!" She yells at the other end. Luther's curious eyes are blinking at me, and that's when I know that I don't want to do this in front of him. I raise my eyebrow at him before walking out through the door, heading to my car. "I thought blocking you would send a message, Bernice. Clearing your can't read cues." "Do you hate me that much, Marlon?" Her tone has dropped a few notches, but I am not going to be fooled by that. "You personally told Calvin to tell the Chief to track my phone!" "I don't why you are honestly getting worked up over this, Bernice. If you weren't in Pensville yesterday, if you didn't shoot my friend, then you have nothing to worry about." I tell her wi

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114. MARLON I can't leave my car back to the Langmores' house, even though I can see Luther pacing from the window from here. His phone is pressed against his ear, and so is mine. We are on the same call. "What did she want?" "She wants to meet." I tell him with a long heave, I can hear his own breath jump with jealousy. "Okay, I'm coming with you." "The hell you are, Luther," I huff. "Don't talk to me like that, you know how dangerous she can be!" He snaps. "And you are going to protect me from her? That's cute. I'm going to the gym, and afterwards, I'm going to meet her. It's going to be quick and short." I explain myself. I can see his eyes shining with envy from here, and I immediately let out a chuckle. "I do not trust her." He finally add. "Yeah, neither do I, but this is just something I have to do." "I don't understand why. You have all the evidence, why do you need to speak to her when you can take it all to the Chief and put her in her place?" I look out of the

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115. MARLON I've kissed a lot of people in my life. A lot of girls, yes, but Luther is the only boy I've kissed, or been with. Since I met him, I have never kissed another person again. Except when someone who kissed me without my consent, and now, Bernice. She is the same person. She has done this disgusting shit twice! For a quick flash there, I forget that she is a girl, and grab her wrist so tightly that she gasps. I could crush the weak bones of her fingers into a mush that would leave her in the hospital for the rest of the year, but I can't. I can't bring myself to hurt her, even holding her this way makes it hard. She interprets this to be some sort of primitive kinkish thing, so she chuckles as she bites down her lower lip. "You like to be rough, huh!" She runs her hand over her collar bone. "It's no problem, I can do whatever you want. I have great gag reflex too..." My face wrinks as disgusts leaves my face coloured. "What the fuck are you even on about?" She brin

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116. JANAE After the shock of the pregnancy test, I go home and cry and cry and cry. If crying could change situations, i would have been golden. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell Marlon? And Luther, oh my God, what am I going to tell my baby boy? He is going to be so disappointed in me! This child is going to be a burden to both of us, and it's all my fault. What if those bad people come for us now? I now have a permanent tie to Densberry. Gosh, what have I done to myself? I call in sick for the next three days, and a chef has to be sent in to fill in my position. Maybelline has been calling every evening to check up on me, telling me that they miss my food, but I can't even bring myself to face her or anyone else. Anyone who finds out that I am now pregnant with Marlon Gustave would immediately think that I am a money-grabbing bitch. What's the surest way to be rich forever? Have a baby by a billionaire! The thing is that I never wanted this baby. This, in fa

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117. JANAE For five minutes, Marlon Gustave stays quiet while I sob on the phone. I have so many things to say within such a short time that I end up bursting into tears. This wasn't planned. I'm not trying to babytrap him or anything, in fact I'm already at planned parenthood to take the baby out. "I'm just telling you this because I want to be accountable. I just–" I bite down my lips to keep the rest of my sobs inside. He exhales at the other end, and I can't tell if he wants to kill me or not. "Janae, it's okay," he finally speaks, and the first thing I notice is how calm he is. Yes, this baby is basically going to ruin my life, but he has so much more to lose, so why is he calm? "How many people have you told?" He asks. I pinch the bridge of my nose. "About the baby or about us?" "Both." "No one," I admit. "It's not like I even have a single friend in Densberry. The closest person I have to a friend is my neighbor who is almost a century old, and she has amnesia–" "Do

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118. JANAE "Please, don't kill me. I'm sure that whatever this is about, it can be sorted out, if only I am allowed to speak to Marlon Gustave Sr." No one even coughs in my direction. "Please, let me speak to Marlon first. Please," The silence gets even louder and I feel my throat scratch with tears. There is nothing that I am going to say to these dangerous men that will get them to let me go. The only time I get them to actually pay any attention to them was when I said I was thirsty, and they slightly raised the hood from my face to give me some water. "Where are you taking me to? An abattoir to be killed like farm animals?" I wonder. "Please, my son is going to be so worried about me. I need to go back home." The drive goes on and on until I lose ever sense of direction. I don't know where we are heading to, but I know that we have driven for almost an hour, and I'm drenched with the sweat I produced out of fear. Finally, I hear the van come to a halt, and I'm not sure i

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119. JANAE I'm a trembling crying mess, and I'm so shaken that I won't even allow the poor doctor to take the blood, even though he has assured me that all he needs is a small sample. After going back and forth for ten minutes, he looks at Marlon, and both men nod to each other. The Doctor calls out to someone in the hallway, then two nurses in their scrubs walks in. I thrash, cry, and beg them not to, but they press me down against the examination chair, so that the door can insert his cold metal into my vein. My eye twitches as the needle goes in, but I'm somehow able to maintain eye contact with Marlon, and I don't think I have ever seen a more heartless expression from a man. Maybe I've been too dickmatized to notice it, but I think Marlon Gustave is actually a psychopath. That's why his son never gets along with him..."There you go, Janae. All done. See? It's not that bad," Doctor Marten teases as he holds up the small vial that holds my blood. He hands it to one of the

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LUTHER I'm lying in my bed, staring at my phone. It's been over an hour since Marlon texted me and asked me to leave the Langmore house, because the brothers are going to come home soon, but I know that they are not yet back because Nola hasn't said anything to me. My heart is thumping heavily. Did Bernice go back on the deal? Has she refused to take ownership of the shooting incident? To be honest, I never believed it when she said that she would make everything go away if only Marlon agreed to meet with her. HOW is all of this supposed to go away without someone getting arrested? That's going to be a very hard task, even for someone like Bernice Huston. Anxiety consumes me, making my stomach twist this way and that, and then, my phone pings because I have finally gotten the text from Nola. "MY BROTHERS ARE BACK!! OH MY GOD, YOUR FRIEND DID IT!!!" Follow by a picture of the boys, lying exhausted on their living room couches. They look slightly emaciated and drained, and my

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