I swear to god, if you go near that pervert again then we’ll call the police and he’ll rot in prison.” She screamed as everybody came into the hallway to watch me slowly vanish up the stairs. I lay down in my bedroom that I shared with Beth. She was up there too. I couldn’t blame any of this on her, it was my doing, and she’d just been an accessory. “They caught you out too then?” I whispered, as I noticed blood from my scalp, from the hair pulling incidents. “Yeah, I’m grounded now.” “For how long?” “Forever I think.” I turned off the lights and got into bed. “What the hell is that?” Beth whispered. “What the hell is what?” “Quick, put the lights on. Quick!” I flicked them back on.
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