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Chapter 56 - Millie

“Did you know that Xavior had raped Tabitha?” I asked Grace. I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear her say it out loud. I wanted to hear her admit it what she had done. She might not have been the one that abused by Tabby, but she knew the abuse had happened, and she had kept quiet. To me, that was just as bad.

After Tabby and Lucy had gone to the police three days ago, the news of the rape had quickly spread through the school. The police visited our school the day after the report was made. The police made sure not to mention either of Tabby or Lucy names. Instead, they referred to them indirectly to protect their privacy. However, Tabby announced that she was one of Xavior's victims to encourage people to come forward. Lucy, on the other hand, decided to stay quiet, personally, I don't blame her decision to remain anonymous. Various people were taken out of classes and question for more information. I was called to the office on the first day of questions. I admitted that I knew Tabby had been abused and that I was one of the people that encouraged her to come forward. In the days following the initial report, two more girls had come forward as victims. They weren’t the only ones, though. Two boys in year ten reported that they had been sexually assault by Xavior. Another girl from year nine reported that Xavior had sexually assaulted her.

I had spoken to Tabby yesterday about it, and she told me that the police believe they have enough evidence to have Xavior convicted and placed on the sexual offenders’ database. There was no way he would get away with this, and I was grateful for that.

“I knew,” Grace told me as she finished putting her book away in her locker.

“Then why didn’t you do anything?” I asked her, I was very clearly annoyed at her response.

“It's not that big of a deal,” Grace told me.

“Grace, listen to yourself. Tabitha could have died,” I yelled angrily. “Because of what Xavior did to her! She was anorexic.”

“I don’t understand why you care so much,” Grace told me. “I thought you two hated each other.”

“That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you stood by and did nothing,” I told her?

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent, Amelia!” Grace told me. “If Tabitha hadn’t collapsed in front of you, you wouldn't care right now.”

“Don’t try and tell me how I would feel!” I growled at her. “You don’t know me.”

“You sure?” Grace asked me. “You're just like Alesia and Renate. Pretty, self-centred, and stupid.”

“I would prefer that than being the school bitch!” I yelled at her.

“Don’t even go there,” Grace growled.

“Or what Grace? Are you going to start bullying me again?” I demanded. “Are you going to tell me I’m worthless and the no one cares about me again? Are you going to slip letters into my locker again which have instructors on the best way to kill yourself? Are you going to start sending me death threats again? Are you going to go on to my Facebook account profile and fill it with hateful messages?” Once I started talking, I couldn’t stop. “Because you have already done all those things to me Grace and you know what? I don’t care if you start again. I don’t care what you think about me, not anymore. Why should I waste my time trying to please people that don’t matter?”

“You little bitch!” Grace snapped at me.

"Is that the best you can do?" I said as I slightly laughed. "You have called me a lot of worst things in the past. You're going soft Grace!"

"You worthless brat," Grace yelled loudly.

“Call me what you want Grace!” I snapped back. “I'm just happy that I'm not cold, cruel and heartless as you."

“What is going on here?!” Angelica yelled. I had been so angry at Grace, that I didn’t even see her arrive.

Angelica looked at Grace then me. “Stop it both of you,” she told us. “I can’t have my last remaining two friends are fighting.”

“It always about you, isn’t it,” Grace sneered.

“What are you talking Grace?” Angelica asked her.

“All we ever talk about is your problems. Your stupid insignificant teen girl problems!” Grace yelled at her. “I’m the one with real proper problems. Yet you don’t care. I confided in you. I told you how bad things are for me, but all you care about is yourself. Newsflash Angelica! The world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“Shut up Grace!” Angelica yelled at her. “You know how bad things have been for me.”

“You mean because your boyfriend dumped you and your mother doesn’t love you enough,” Grace growled. “That is nothing. You would last a fucking day in my life.” Grace looked over at me. “I had enough Angelica,” she told her. “You have to choose. Me or her?”

“Goodbye Grace,” Angelica said.

Grace turned to Angelica. I had never seen her look so upset. She had been so sure that Angelica would pick her not me.

“What?!” she said.

“You heard me. Goodbye,” Angelica repeated. “We are done.”

“Why would you choose her?” Grace said upset. She looked as if she could burst into tears at any second. “After everything we went through, you're just going to throw that all away.”

“It was your choose not mine,” Angelica told her. “You made me decide, and I choose Amelia.”

I stood quietly beside the two, not sure how I was supposed to act if either of them wanted me to say anything.

“Why would I pick you, Grace?” Angelica said harshly. “Who in their right mind would ever choose you? Everything Renate said that day in the locker bay was true. No one likes you. I thought you would have figured that out by now. You're a cruel, useless bitch. Without me, you are nothing. Without me, you have no friends.”

I had never seen Grace like this. She looked weak and on the edge of tears. “You a frickin’ psychopath Angelica!” She told Angelica as tears began to fall from her eyes. “You don’t care about any of us. All you care about is what we can do for you.”

“You just realised,” Angelica said dryly.

Grace took a final look at Angelica and me. “I hope you understand what you are getting yourself into.” She turned and ran from the locker bay.

It was only after she had left that I really thought about what she had said. Which one of us was she talking too? Was she warning me about Angelica or was she warning Angelica about me?

Angelica watched Grace leave silently. Eventually, Angelica turned to look at me. She appeared as if she might start crying.

“You’re the only one I have left, Millie,” she told me. She reached forward and hugged me as she cried.

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