4th October, 2015 (The Day of the Murder).

03:30 PM.

“Where the fuck is it?” Bethany asked with frustration as she searched under her bed for her phone. She detested looking for things, because they always had a tendency to go missing when needed, and magically pop up when they were completely useless.

She got up and looked once more in the drawers, and under her pillow. She glanced around her room – it was in disarray, and looked like it had been run over by a drunk hobo. She gave up the search and lay on her bed. Her phone was like a secondary limb, and not having it gave her time to think about things she’d rather avoid. Her fingers twitched unconsciously.

She sighed as she stared at the ceiling. She still couldn’t believe Sherylyn stood up to her at the party. The bitch dared challenge her in public! Bethany wasn’t surprised, as she had always known her supposed bestie was a social-climbing snake. She smiled as she thought of ways she would humiliate her during the week.

Her mind wandered to Cindy, another whore who needed to be taken down, as she walked over to her mirror and examined her face critically. She was still beautiful, so she wondered why the sluts were suddenly getting bold enough to challenge her. Bethany resolved to do something drastic to keep them in line once and for all.

Cindy would be easy enough to take care of, but she was puzzled about Eric. She had been bluffing when she threatened him. She had no intention to expose him – not yet, anyway. He was still too useful. Still, he had to be kept in check. She would ruffle his feathers a bit, send him a screenshot here, post a naked picture of herself in his classroom there, and the likes. They had to spice up their relationship anyway, and Eric was the most interesting man she had ever met.

She put on slippers and walked downstairs to get herself a snack, which she planned to munch on while she did her homework later.

“Alyson, call my phone. I can’t seem to find it,” Bethany ordered, as she saw her in the kitchen, chopping up pieces of sausage.

“There will be no need for that. You left it in the living room.”

Bethany walked over to the living room, and saw her phone sitting prettily on the center table. She sighed in relief as she picked it up, “Got it,” she said, without bothering to thank her sister.

Alyson followed her, and mentioned casually, “I was about to call you to come get it, but an interesting text came in from Bob. He mentioned a kiss between the both of you, and how you want to fuck him?”

“Yeah. So?” Bethany asked nonchalantly.

“Excuse me bitch?” Alyson replied in disbelief.

Bethany scoffed in astonishment, “Did you just call me a bitch?”

“I meant a phony, manipulative whore,” Alyson corrected.

Bethany gave a mean smile. She had not intended to take out her annoyance on her sister, but Alyson had it coming, “Why do you think I and Bob kissed, huh? It’s because you’re fucking boring. He needs some good ass once in his life.”

“Well from what I saw, he rejected you. You know why? Because you are NOTHING compared to me. No man would look at me and give you a second glance. I am fucking beautiful, bitch. And I am hot. I'm not some anorexic, curveless, fake blonde.”

“How dare you?” Bethany asked offended.

Alyson kept talking, like she had not been interrupted, “You’ve always wanted to be like me. I set the standard, and you just follow. Everything of yours from your attitude to your gait, you copied from me. You’re a pathetic cunt.”

Bethany certainly had not expected the conversation to take the turn it took. She was supposed to be mad at Alyson for checking her messages, and Alyson in turn, was meant to apologize. But on seeing the raging anger behind her sister’s eyes, for the first time in her life, she was stunned speechless.

“If you think you’re mean, ask around. During my stay in high school, I was freaking Putin. You’re like diluted juice compared to me. I was, and still am, the baddest bitch around town. The fact that I don’t show you my other side is not an excuse to walk all over me. I’m not as dumb as you.”

Bethany snapped, “Since everything is out in the open, fine. You’re delusional, Alyson, if you think I would go to college to fend for us both. I never asked you to do anything for me, so don’t expect anything from me. As soon as I am done, I will leave you like the piece of trash that you are,” she yelled.

“Funny, as this is coming from the public garbage disposal. What guy in this town hasn’t fucked you yet? It’s surprising you haven’t died from AIDS already. You may not know this, but class isn’t something you can buy from the cheap hand-me-down’s they give you,” Alyson replied calmly, each word piercing like a well-aimed sword. She had tolerated Bethany’s nastiness for so long, she needed to put an end to it once and for all.

She walked slowly to Bethany, like a predator stalking its prey. She looked her dead in the eye, and said, “When you’re eighteen, you’ll know who the fuck Alyson Cooper really is. I won’t give you a penny for college. You want to be independent, be independent. You’ll probably end up like the trailer trash you were always meant to be.”

“I hate you,” Bethany said in tears.

“I’m surprised you still have enough hate in your heart to go around. You clearly hate yourself Bethany. If you didn’t, you would not live the way you are living now. Get out of my sight,” she said, pointing at the door.

Eric Johnson concealed himself in the bushes around the house as Bethany stormed out the door. He had to admire her sister for putting her in her place; she certainly deserved it. As Bethany went farther away from his vantage point, he looked at her house longingly. His plans of quietly finding her flash drive had clearly gone out the window. He resolved to stop her from exposing their dirty little secret some other way.

Bethany walked around aimlessly, the cold air drying the tears on her face. She never expected Alyson to react so nastily. She had seen her sister angry, but never like that. As her pace slowed, she wished to speed up time to when she could move out legally.

Nathan turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and she wondered if she could move into his house. She could not stand to live with Alyson anymore. After a long time of wondering around, she looked up and realized she was standing in front of Nathan’s house. Her heart really knew what it wanted.

She was shown in by their maid, Martha. She felt sad for her. It must suck to be old and so poor, you’d have to wait on a privileged bunch of assholes hand and foot. She once heard Martha mention she was from Mexico, or some other run-down country, when she was pretending to listen. Like who cared anyway? Did they even have retirement over there? Or drinking water? She turned her nose up in disgust.

“Nate! You won’t believe what just happened,” Bethany cried as she opened his bedroom door. He didn’t seem to hear her, and he couldn’t have really, as he was deep into Sherylyn, fucking her from behind.

“Nate!” she screamed. That seemed to get their attention.

“Bethany…,” he began, getting up from Sherylyn, and walking towards her, while zipping his pants.

“How could you?” Bethany yelled. She had always known she couldn’t trust him; men weren’t loyal at all.

“It just happened,” he said.

“This doesn’t seem like something that just happened,” she yelled.

“Beth,” he called out, as he tried to explain. His head snapped to the side as she hit him hard across the face.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and she slapped him again. She saw red as she attacked him, scratching him like a cat. He made no move to stop her, but brought up his hands to shield his face.

“Can you just stop?” Sherylyn asked calmly.

“You pathetic whore,” Bethany screamed as she ran towards Sherylyn and slapped her.

She was surprised when Sherylyn punched her in the face in return. Bethany pushed her in retaliation, and watched as Sherylyn fell on the bed.

“Cut it out, both of you,” Nate screamed.

Bethany felt like crying, but addressed Sherylyn coldly, “You’re now pathetic enough that you’re scrambling after my left overs?”

“Don’t act the saint. It doesn’t suit you,” Sherylyn replied.

“Your life is over, Sherylyn. By Monday, even your junkie whore of a mother wouldn’t want to be seen anywhere near you.”

“Don’t bring my family into this,” Sherylyn yelled.

“Shut up! And what if I do? What the hell are you going to do about it?”

Bethany ran a hand through her hair, “You’re a sad social climber, and Nate can never pick you over anyone. Not even a dog,” she said maliciously.

Turning to Nathan, she said, “Nate, send her out. I want to talk to you privately.” They both stared at him, as they waited for him to respond. The line had been drawn, and he was to pick a side. They all knew it.

“Sherylyn, I’ll call you later. Please excuse us,” he said apologetically.

“Fine,” Sherylyn said as she picked her clothes from the floor.

“Leave them there. I want the whole world to see what a boyfriend stealing ho you really are.”

“Bethany please let her,” Nate said.

Bethany scoffed but did not say another word as Sherylyn held her clothes and walked to the door.

“Oh and bitch,” Bethany called out to her as she was about to walk out.

Sherylyn turned around with her head held high, “What?” she asked.

“You’re off the squad.”

“Whatever,” Sherylyn said as she slammed the door behind her.

As soon as they were alone, Nathan held Bethany’s hands, “Beth,” he pleaded.

“It’s over between us,” she said, as she tried without success to remove her hands from his strong grip.

“Listen to me,” he insisted.

“I have been doing a lot of listening, I think that is why people are beginning to take me for granted. I just have to put everyone in their place.”

“Including me?”

She finally pulled her hands away, and stepped away from him, “Your life is over. I will destroy you, starting with your family. It’s amazing the amount of secrets one girl can have on her fingertips.”

“What do you know about my family?” he asked.

“You’ll find out tomorrow with the rest of the world. Oh honey, it seems like you will have to give up this house, and your privileged life. I’ve seen your dad – orange would definitely go well with his skin tone,” Bethany said as she walked toward the door.

“Beth, please.”

“It’s over, for good this time.” She said as she walked out.

Bethany knew she was being a hypocrite, because she had not exactly been faithful either, but he did not have a right to betray her like that, especially not with her best friend. She walked out to clear her head, again, without a destination in mind.

After a while, she looked up at the darkening sky then glanced at her phone. It was 06:12 PM, and she had a low battery. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting to charge her phone. It was getting late, and she hoped her cell battery would be enough to last her a few minutes.

She walked to a nearby park and sat on a swing. She shivered from the cold, and hugged herself lightly – she should have brought a sweater, but she had not expected the fight with Alyson to turn out the way it did.

Where was she to go? She could go back home, but her pride would not allow it. She resolved to sit and think things clearly. How had everything gone so wrong so soon?

Beet watched her silently from behind, waiting for the last person to leave the park. This was the day Bethany was to die, and he would have the honor of killing her.

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