Page 30 of Bad Girl's Club

“The DNA results are back for Ayla and Dimitri,” She read silently to herself, but loud enough to where I could hear it. Please be the news she wants to hear… I chanted in my head to anyone who could hear.

“What the fuck?” She threw her phone, “Ayla is my mother. Dimitri is not my father.”

“What are you talking about, Star?” I asked, baffled by the instant anger within her.

“It said there is a 99% chance that Ayla is my mother, and 0% Dimitri shares any relationship with me. Meaning he is not my father.” She started crying, “My entire life has been a fucking lie.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked, pulling her into a hug, “how can I help?”

“I’m not sure. I’m glad Dimitri isn’t my father. After what happened a few weeks ago, I’m not sure I ever want to see him again. But this was for a science lab project, so at least it serves some purpose.” She sat down on the sofa and looked around.

“So, you’re not sure who your father is, and I am pregnant. What a silly world we live in!” I tried to lighten the situation, but it was hard. Such a bomb for both of us.

“I think I’m going to tell Dean Groveton what happened. Then, I’m going to file a police report.” She said, standing tall, her convictions were confident. I doubt she would back down from this.

“Why tell Dean?” I asked.

“Because he's their boss. He needs to know he employs such rapists and there’s a scandal going on within the Bad Girls' Club!” She was speaking louder. Her emotion returned.

“Other than firing your father and uncles, what do you think he would do?” I asked.

“Honestly, I don’t care. He’s not my father and they’re not my uncles.”

“I just want them away from me. I want to go to a new school. I want my choice to decide back in my hands.” She was starting to cry.

“I want to be able to say yes or no. I want my virginity back so I can give it to the man I truly love, but that choice was ripped away from me at that stupid club!”

“I’m so, so sorry, Star. I wish I could take away all of your pain.” I tried to console her.

“Do you think I’m overreacting?” She asked me. I felt her confidence drain from her. Nobody should ever feel like their voice didn’t matter.

“I don’t, but this child could be one of theirs and I don’t know, I sort of feel bad, because I brought you into the club. They weren’t part of the club last year.” I rambled on.

I walked over to her phone and handed it back to her. “How are you and Kale doing?” I missed her. I missed us. I missed the chance we should have had to get closer.

“We’re great! We went skydiving and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I started my period, so I'm not pregnant.” We both laughed.

“We should have a girl’s night tonight. Netflix, popcorn, takeout, and mani and pedis while talking about everything. I can call Tara and Celeste…Ya know like old times?” I suggested a little too enthusiastically.

“This is not that, Chloe. I still feel very betrayed by you. But, that does sound amazing. Can Kale join us?” She asked. My heart broke in two. I felt my entire body fall to the ground. She truly hated me.

“Will we ever be okay, Star?” I asked. She stared at me as if I weren’t there. “Because if not, we can just call this what it is and be done. Do your thing and I’ll do mine. I’m really trying. I’m not going to beg you. I’m not going to force you to be here, but you came and showed up, so I figured we had something we could work on.”

“I’m not sure how to trust you! We went from being best friends and inseparable within two or three weeks to you fucking my father and uncles and you never once mentioned it! I knew you were my father’s TA. I didn’t realize that was one of your duties!” She snapped.

“I….I….”I couldn’t get a word out. Tears flowed out of my eyes and I felt defeated. She was right.

“You what, Chloe?” She stood up pulling her jacket back on, “I’m not sure how we’re going to get through this. I shared so much of myself with you, and then you lure me into the Bad Girls' Club, and everything I wanted to hold onto was taken away from me. You did warn me, but it was too late. You could have stopped them, but you didn’t. You stayed at the back of the room and let them take me. So, no, I’m not sure I want to hear whatever garbage is going to spill out of your mouth. I don’t forgive you and I don’t think I can forgive you.”

“I understand. But, please know I am always here if you need a friend. You are entitled to your emotions and how you feel, but please know if I would have known what was happening I would have done something.”

“Save it for your child,” she said, “they will need your lies and lullabies for when they get here. Their father is a rapist. Who in the hell would want that for their child?”

She was heartless, ruthless and didn’t seem like she was letting anything get through her emotionless shell. I didn’t blame her. She was wronged. She needed to right that wrong. Star ran out of the dorm, slamming the door and leaving behind a box. Of course, within the box was Anthrax, and I died. The end.

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Just kidding, but it might have been a relief to be killed and removed from this misery.

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