Page 106 of My Rules for Revenge
“You forced me to. I don’t care. You can do whatever you want to me. You can punch me, kick me, pull my hair, snap my legs, break my arms… I don’t care anymore,” Indira scoffed.
She clenched her fists, and her body began to shake slightly.
“Indira, wait. I’m not angry,” I assured her.
“Bullshit, you’re always angry,” Indira said in disbelief.
I put up my hands to indicate I was trying to be peaceful.
“I listened to the voice message you sent Carlos. I just have a few questions,” I clarified.
“What do you want?” Indira rolled her eyes.
“Why did you try to frame Eddy, and why were you willing to expose yourself like that?”
She sighed and looked down at the ground.
“I still think Eddy is a good person, but only when he wants to be,” Indira remarked.
“What are you talking about? Eddy is a good person. Why did you lie and say he pressured you into sending those pictures? That’s not something he would do,” I reassured her.
“I didn’t lie—it was the truth. I didn’t frame him—I exposed him. Those texts are real. I’m sorry, Heather. I did what I did because I wanted to hurt you. I knew you two had something. He moved on from me to you fairly quickly,” Indira pointed out.
“So, that’s why you did it. You were jealous of us.”
“No, Heather.”
Indira fished her phone out of her backpack and opened her text messages. She showed me the last conversation she had with a contact named “Boy.” Sure enough, they were the same texts shown in the auditorium. She even showed me the phone number—it was Eddy’s. I couldn’t believe it. The texts were not fake. I wanted to shoot out a stream of waterworks that had welled up in my eyes, but I did my best to keep it in.
“I don’t understand. Why would he do that? That doesn’t sound like him at all,” I replied, rather shocked by what I had just seen.
“He’s a horny, evil bastard. Why else? He’s not the first person in the history of the world to lie about something to get what he wants. I thought he liked me—I really did. I thought we had a connection. It’s the only reason I sent him those after he kept insisting.
“Then they got leaked because of his douchebag friends on the basketball team, and suddenly everyone saw them. They teased me about it in class and in the halls. They called me delicious because my ass looked great in jeans, not to mention they would do anything to smell my you-know-what.
“One guy even yelled out to me that I looked submissive and breedable. I mean, seriously, who the hell says that to people? Those weeks felt like years. It was one of the most horrible experiences of my life,” Indira explained with sadness in her eyes.
To say I was stunned was an understatement.
“My god, Indira. I had no idea you were going through that. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe Eddy did that to you.” I shook my head.
“The thing is, you never gave me a chance to tell you what was going on. I was in a dark place, and I still am. I was at a point where I tried to force Eddy to choose me over his friends, and of course, he didn’t. The teasing and the harassment got to me, and I no longer wanted to deal with it. That day, I needed a friend. I needed you. You betrayed me.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked with a shocked look on my face.
“Heather, you know what I’m talking about.”
I thought back to the day the book club room had been vandalized. I had buried that memory deep down within me. Ifelt that my actions were justified, but at the same time, I knew I was guilty. I just didn’t want to admit it. I never wanted to remember what happened that day, but there we were—it had finally caught up to me.
I remember walking towards the book club room on that day. It was very early in the morning—the sun had barely risen. Then I saw it. It happened again. The door was wide open, and my heart sank to the floor.
I stopped and slowly treaded the last few steps to the room. My lock was missing, along with several books. Someone had broken inside and had spray-painted various detailed penises, testicles, and Nazi symbols all over the walls and bookshelves—the ones I had bought and built myself.
That wasn’t the worst of it. I quickly remembered my lockbox with all the donation money I had worked so hard for. I went to the secret spot where I hid it and saw that it was busted open. All the money was gone. It had taken me several months to accumulate that much money through those corny-ass fundraising events and soccer mom bake sales.
I was so furious that I seriously thought I was about to burst into flames. I shot up, tilted a bookshelf from the bottom, and allowed it to crash onto the floor with a thunderous boom. The wooden panels snapped off as all the books tumbled out. I picked up the lockbox and smashed it against the floor so hard that the metal dented. I was a firestorm ravaging everything in its path.
When I slightly calmed down, I texted Indira to bring her ass over as soon as possible. I had recently made her co-president of the book club and had assigned her the job of making sure the room was secured and locked every single day after school. She had only been co-president for one week before this happened. She knew the room had been vandalized many times before and should've known better. I seriously wanted to tear her head off,stuff a pipe bomb inside her mouth, and catapult it across the sky.
