TRISHA'S POV
"Little miss smart." That was the text, but the video was terrifying.
My hands shook violently as I pressed the play button. The few seconds I had to wait for the video to load felt like an eternity.
Then it finally came through.
"Sh*it!" I exclaimed, placing one hand on my head.
It was a video of me committing the heinous crime. Doing it with a questionable efficiency.
My heart pounded violently as I watched myself move through the screen.
"Oh, I'm fu*cked!" I exclaimed when I noticed I had not packed my hair properly. My ginger colour hair fell in waves on my back, I had totally forgotten to wear a wig cap.
To aggravate the already terrible matter, the Trisha and flower tattoo on the left side of my neck was visible, so visible that even a blind man could feel it.
