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Chapter 17 Part 1

Charlie

I stomp my way over to my suitcase and throw any loose articles in before I harshly zip it up. Great one, Charlie, try not to be a complete bitch and still get scorned. I mean, who would look twice at me with Stella in the room? She has similarities to mine, but they look better on her. She’s skinnier, taller, more mature looking, and the best attribute she has is that she’s already dead. I deserve this, I tell myself.

Sitting on the corner of the bed, I allow my head to fall into my hands. I can feel fresh, warm blood seep through my bandages and smear on my face, mixing with my tears. In the middle of arguing with myself, the pounding starts again. I didn’t bother listening to Maxwell’s speech. Part of me doesn’t want to hear his apologetic words as that same part of me believes what he says to be more lies.

I laugh to myself as I hear him threaten to break down the door. But he’s completely serious because seconds later he crashes through the door. Splinters of wood scatter
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