Page 107 of My Rules for Revenge
I sat on top of a desk to wait. When she finally arrived and saw the destruction, she froze. She stammered over her words, unable to speak as I locked my eyes into hers.
“Have you been locking this room?”I asked with a look of disgust.
“I—I—I… What happened in here?” Indira asked reluctantly.
“Have you been locking this room, Indira?” I asked again with irritation creeping up my spine.
“Heather, who did all this? Oh my god.”
“Answer the fucking question before I explode, please.”
Indira gulped and looked away.
“Heather, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” Indira said apologetically.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I remarked with a very serious look on my face.
“I locked it on Monday and Tuesday of this week, I swear to you.”
“You have to lock this room every single day, Indira. You know what happens if you don’t.”
“I do know. You’re right.”
“It just happened,” I pointed out.
“Heather, I’m so sorry. I’ll make this right. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”
“They stole all the donation money, and they stole most of my books. The other ones are ripped up and shredded. There’s graffiti of dicks, balls, and Nazis on the walls. I mean, the one thing I needed you to do was lock this room. I made you co-president of this club as a favor, and it hasn’t been a week, and you let this happen.”
“Heather, I’ll try to fix this. I promise you,” Indira pleaded.
“It’s too late, you freaking idiot. What were you doing that was so important that you couldn’t take five freaking minutes after school to make sure it was locked?”
“I…I was distracted,” Indira confessed.
“Distracted? Distracted by what? Give me a break. You literally had one job,” I said angrily.
“Why don’t we tell Principal Newman? He’ll have to do something about this,” Indira suggested.
“He doesn’t care, you imbecile. That’s the whole reason I bought the lock to begin with. I’ve complained about fixing the door since my freshman year. He does not care. How are you this dense? I told you that I needed this done.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Indira said with embarrassment and regret in her demeanor.
“Well, isn’t that just perfect? You don’t know what to say,” I mocked. My head was about to explode.
“I’ll help you clean everything up,” Indira offered.
“Oh, yeah? How about no? I don’t need help from someone as irresponsible as you,” I affirmed. “Let me repeat that so it sinks in:I don’t need you,” I remarked.
“My father has been cheating on my mother,” Indira blurted out.
“What?” I asked. I was not expecting that to come out of her mouth.
“That’s why I’ve been distracted. He’s been cheating on my mother, and my mother won’t leave him,” Indira said with a pathetic tone of voice.
“Huh?”
“I’ve been having a tough time. I’m being teased and harassed in class. You have no idea what’s been going on. It’s about a boy,” Indira clarified. Her thoughts seemed to be jumbled.
