Chapter 4
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I arrived early at the abandoned building, my trap already in place. Those two fools wouldn't be leaving once they showed up.
Sitting in a corner, I held my sister's diary. I'd read it countless times, each revisit only fueling my hatred.
"Hello?" A girl's voice echoed. It was Vanessa.
Perfect.
I texted her:[Fifth floor. A box to the right of the stairwell. What you're looking for is there."
As expected, her footsteps soon echoed through the building. Just as she reached the top, another voice called from below.
"I'm here. Where's my thing?"
It was Hannah. I sent her the same message as Vanessa.
Vanessa hurried towards the box upon hearing Hannah. But disappointment awaited. The box held only photos of her bullying other students.
My phone buzzed:[It's not here. Where's my thing?]
I didn't reply. This pawn was in position.
Moments later, Hannah reached the fifth floor, visibly panicking at the sight of Vanessa.
Then, she received my message:[Vanessa got here first and took it.]
As predicted, the two lapdogs turned on each other.
"Hand it over, Vanessa. I got here first, just got lost," Hannah approached.
"What? I haven't seen anything. I clearly got here before you," Vanessa retorted.
The lapdogs’ conflicts ran deep.
"Haven't seen it? Do not fool me. You're the only one here. If not you, who?" Hannah accused.
"Are you rabid, Hannah? Attacking everyone?"
"Watch it, Vanessa, or I'll tear your mouth off!"
"I hated you from the start. Hand it over, or you'll regret it."
They were more street thugs than students now.
As they wrestled, I seized my chance. A gentle push to Vanessa's back made her shove Hannah hard. Hannah's head smacked against the stairs, knocking her out cold.
Blood flowed down the steps, terrifying Vanessa into collapse.
Vanessa trembled, reaching for her phone to call an ambulance, but I stopped her.
"She'll be dead before the ambulance arrives. And you'll be prison-bound," I warned.
Vanessa shuddered, asking shakily, "What do we do?"
"We could bury her. No one would know," I suggested.
"Unless you want jail?" I reminded.
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