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“I want to know what she said to you. What you said to her.” “I don’t know,” I muttered, looking away from her, bringing the glass to my lips again. The whiskey didn’t taste as good as it did a minute ago. “You don’t know?” Heather whispered disbelievingly. “You sacrificed us for something you don’t know?” “Maybe you should ask her?” "Oh, my God!" She murmured exasperatedly, running her hands over her face. "And on the day of your sister's funeral? How much of a disappointment can you be?"

Their mother asked. "What? I'm doing exactly what I've been doing all my life. To shame all of you." Heather responded. "Watch your mouth, Heather. That's your mother you're talking to." Their father interrupted. "Oh, I know. That's why I said that. Because I'm talking to my mother."

It displayed a figure of a guy, it’s face looks like Asher’s, yet he was gazing at me with solemn eyes while he mouthed something. “…you… We’re in this together…” The first few word were unclear, however now I remembered where all of these words came from. “Heather…” “You’re beautiful…” “Sweetheart…” “Angel…” All of these were the mixtures of uplifting words people gave me. From Asher and Madam Rhea, and even from Risa, all of these are the words that made me want to keep living. These are all the words that kept myself alive. My face scrunched, almost crying.

Just as I was about to bite out some blistering retort or another, a voice called out, “Heather, quit being such a bitter bitch just because Eric Griffith turned you down!” The room dissolved into laughter at that point, the music returning as though the oxygen had finally been injected back into the air. I remained motionless, my fingers tightening around my beer bottle, as I waited for Heather’s reaction. But then, much to my surprise, she simply shrugged and drank.

I have stood with no fear before a man that could have me beheaded with just a flip of his fingers, so why should I be scared of his whore? "Isberlt, " Heather speaks when Katniss acquires her earlier seat with her left leg crossed over the right, and her hands draped over her knees. Lifting my gaze away from her, I give Heather a warm smile— assuring her that everything will be fine. Something tells me she knows better than that. "If you do not leave within ten seconds, I will have you thrown out. " Katniss pronounces, raising her hand to her face, and blowing an imaginary speck of dust. Fucking bitch.

“We got it your happy.” “Yeah, and the rest of us will be too if you stop singing,” Reed adds. Heather is sitting between us giggling. “Heather, are you laughing at my singing?” My mother suddenly asks. Heather’s eyes go wide, and she clamps both hands over her mouth. “No, Mona. I wouldn’t do that.” Heather says quickly before covering her mouth again, trying to cover her giggles.

Heather said, sounding depressed. “You shouldn’t provoke Kasey anymore. You will gain nothing by doing so. Heather coldly sneered. “Do you think I deliberately angered her as well? To her, my presence is nothing more than fuel to her anger. Do you want me to die?” “I didn’t mean it like that,” Percy hurriedly explained. Heather took a step back and evaded Percy’s extended hand before turning around to leave. However, she was suffering from extreme amounts of agony with just a few steps.

“I mean, if you are so sure about that damn man of yours, you didn't need to get worried over the woman he left for you,” “Do you want to die?” “Would that make you any less of a pathetic piece of shit?” Sapphire asked with an evil smirk which made Heather mad, how on earth could Sapphire still get the mouth to talk. “Shut up!” Heather said and slapped Sapphire again and this time, she raised her head quickly and started laughing maniacally. “Are you crazy?”

Heather literally screamed the words and made both Carella and Mark grint their teeth. "How could i ever forget your voice? Its still the same..." Carella crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't know you'd be here. Hell i didn't even know you were back." Carella commented in an expresionless voice that made Heather frown. "Not happy to see me, huu?" Heather mocked but still failed to get a reaction from Carella. Heather and Carella were pretty much the opposite. By that, it means while Heather was the ultimate bully, Carella was the poor blind girl who was easy to pick on.

“Easier said than done.” “Nursery themes?” Heath looked at Heather’s phone as they came over to the couch to sit down. “They finally have a reason to use that second bedroom.”