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Now… she hides in her room as soon as she gets home. I know my mom and Mark are worried about her, and if I wasn't the reason she’s become a recluse, I’d be worried too. She’ll be fine as soon as she graduates. It’ll all be fine. No one dies from being bullied in high school, right?
Thump.
I look up, frowning as I hear it, and so do my friends. “I didn’t think anyone was home,” I mutter.
Trish drops her phone on the kitchen counter, having placed her pizza order.
“I have to pee, so I’ll go check it out, Lyra. Maybe Cassie came in after suffering her penance for reaching too high. She should have known Walker wouldn’t want anything to do with her. I can’t believe she fell for it,” she scoffs, hopping off the stool and walking out of the room.
Scrolling through my phone, I turn on some music, going through the cabinets for the snacks we originally came in here for. Dropping everything on the counter, I turn to ask Christy something when I hear Trish scream my name.
“What the hell?” I ask, looking up at the ceiling as if I could figure out what was wrong.
“Lyra, it’s Cassie, get your scrawny ass up here,” Trish screams, and I kick off my heels and run.
What happened?
Trish rarely screams, so something bad must have happened. Did she decide to shower and fall? Ugh, our parents will never leave us alone again if that’s the case.
Christy and I pound up the steps, breathing hard when we get to the second floor. My heart is racing with worry and adrenaline, and the tipsy feeling I had earlier is fast disappearing.
“Where are you, Trish?” I yell, panic clear in my voice.
“Oh my god, Lyra, we’re in her bathroom!” Trish screams.
I push into motion again, bursting into Cassie’s room. “What’s wrong?” I gasp, stopping abruptly when I see Cassie sprawled across Trish’s body. Her lips are blue too.
“I think she took something,” Trish whispers, handing me an open bottle of pills that are spilled on the floor near her with trembling fingers.
Falling to the floor next to them, I take it from her. Kelter has been selling pills at school, and these look suspiciously like them. Why would Cassie have the entire bottle, though?
“We have to help her,” I breathe. I don’t know why she would take these, but I can’t let her die. I might hate her, but I never truly wanted her dead.
“Christy, will you turn on the shower, please?” I ask. I pull Cassie up, looking at Trish for help. I need to wake her up enough so I can make her puke up the pills. That’s all that’s in my mind as we haul her and sit her in the shower.
The freezing water hits her skin, and it takes a second to register, but Cassie begins to shiver. Opening her eyes, her teeth chatter as she stares at us. “What’s going on?” she mewls, beginning to cry.
Unzipping my dress, I step out of it, tossing it to Christy before I step inside. Squatting beside her as the freezing water hits us, I murmur, “This is going to sound really weird, but I need you to puke. You took something you weren’t supposed to, and it’s making you really sick.”
She begins to cry, and I push her hair out of the way as I push my fingers into her mouth to make her vomit the pills. Cassie struggles against me, but I’m stronger than she is. I don’t know what the hell happened, but I know I’m going to have to find a way to cover it up.
My mom and Mark are enough helicopter parents as it is.
Cassie gags against my fingers, and I wince as I feel her body shudder. Pulling out my fingers in time, she leans forwards and pukes the pills up.
“That’s a good girl,” I sigh, rubbing her back. Her hair is still a mess, and it looks like she may have just gotten home when she decided to take a handful of painkillers.
Watching her, I wonder if she finally snapped. I didn’t want this to happen. I wanted to fuck with her enough that maybe she’d have to change schools, stay with her aunt in South Florida, but I didn’t expect her to try to off herself.
Cassie is gasping for air, and I say softly, “One more time for good measure, sweet girl. I don’t want those pills to have any sneaky effects while you’re sleeping this off.”
“No, no, please,” she cries pathetically, but I grab her face, squeezing her jaw until she opens her mouth. Down my fingers go back into her throat until she can’t stop her gag reflex, and she pukes again. I just thank God she actually has a reflex, because I trained mine away years ago.
Once Cassie is done puking, I help her up. Turning off the water, I ask her, “Why would you do this? I don’t think what we did was so terrible.”
Cassie stares at me before shaking her head and unsteadily getting out of the shower. I hear the front door slam, and I roll my eyes.Of all times, this is when Kelter decides to drop by?
“Where is everyone?” Kelter yells as he stomps up the stairs, and Cassie freezes as she steps out of the shower.
