Page 80 of My Rules for Revenge
“Thankfully, a few days later, the guy found me. He came to apologize again, but this time I apologized.”
“What? Why? That’s crazy. He’s the one who ruined your dress. I would have pummeled that guy’s face until it turned to dust.”
“At that moment, I think I realized that life goes a lot easier when you forgive people,” she affirmed.
“Yeah, nah. I definitely would have stuck him in a barrel and rolled it down a hill.”
“Well, if I had done that, I don’t think we would’ve gotten married years later,” she said.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Yep.”
“That guy was Dad? What the hell?”
“Now, imagine if I hadn’t forgiven him.”
“Huh, that’s interesting. That was a pretty cool story. Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re welcome. Now, can we please talk about what happened at the graveyard?”
“Nope, I’m still mad at you. Bye.”
I scurried away before she was able to say anything else. When my mom told that story, there was a very small, minute, minuscule part of me that considered for half a second that maybe I should've forgiven Jacob and ended it all. Eddy wouldn’t have been mad at me anymore, and I would have been able to solely focus on school and reading.
The thought of doing it just to appease a boy I liked didn’t sit well with me, though. It felt wrong, and I quickly squashed any notion of forgiving Jacob. He had leaked my nudes and even got me into a schoolyard brawl with the Johansson twins. I wasn’t prepared to let bygones be bygones.
The next day at school, I spoke with Vivian in the hallway while I placed a lighter, a miniature baseball bat, and my schoolbooks away. It seemed like overkill, but I wanted to be prepared at a moment’s notice if Jacob and his worms decided to strike again.
“So, what did Frankie tell you?” I asked.
“It took a bit to get it out of him, but he told me that Eddy is still mad.”
“Boo hoo, I don’t care. He’s being weird.”
“He also told me that Eddy plans to talk to Jacob about everything that’s happened,” Vivian explained.
“What the hell? Why? Yeah, good luck. He’s not going to listen to him. He’s a cruel, woman-hating idiot who deserves to get shanked in prison,” I exclaimed.
“That’s oddly specific…and violent.”
“My favorite combination.”
Before we were able to speak further, Angelica Johansson, of all people, turned the corner and stomped towards us. I prepared myself for the worst.
“Hey, Heather.”
“Hi, Angelica.”
“We saw what you did at the party. That was sick,” Angelica commented.
“Oh, well. Thanks.”
“Listen, we’re sorry about that whole fight. We got it all wrong. We know that now.”
“It’s cool. It made the day a bit more exciting.”
“Yeah, it did,” Vivian agreed.
