Begging For You

Chapter 14

Thalia 

He's got another woman. 

He's put his dick, into another woman. 

Another woman has touched him, touched his hair, touched his dick, touched his couch, the sheets on his bed. 

This Sophia woman, is worse then Julia. 

Anger is rushing over my entire body. 

Anger for him, anger for this woman. 

Scott and I belong together, he's got no business with another woman. 

Fuck. 

I think I have to do it again. 

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''Hey love! Where'd you go? You didn't say anything about leaving.'' My mom says once I come into the living room. 

It's 11 PM. Felix is probably upstairs, asleep. 

I sit down, ''Yeah, sorry. I just went for a walk.'' 

''Alright.'' My mom says. 

''Hey Charlie?'' I turn my attention to him and he turns his head to look at me. ''Do you have any siblings? I wonder about your family.'' 

I smile at him, I ask this to take my mind off of Scott and Sophia. 

''Well I have a twin brother and a younger sister.'' 

He smiles at me, ''What do they do?'' I ask him, leaning on my hand. 

''My brother is the manager of a grocery store and my sister teaches.'' 

My attention is on the sister within 2 seconds, ''she teaches? What does she teach?'' 

I give him a fake smile but I want him to answer. 

He thinks for a second, ''I think she teaches math or English. I'm not sure, I haven't spoken to her in a while.'' 

I nod, ''what are their names?'' 

''Dustin and Sophia.''

Sophia. How convient. 

''Where does she teach?'' I ask him. 

Before he can answer, my mom cuts me off, ''why the sudden intrest Thalia?'' 

''I'm just wondering about my stepdads family mom.'' I answer, giving her a fake smile. 

''I think she just teaches here, at the only high school in the neighbourhood.'' He answers. 

''That's cool. She never teached me, I think.'' 

We keep talking about his family for another 10 minutes before I say goodnight and head up to my room. 

The next day, it's tuesday, Scotts free day. 

I walk into the office and check all the classrooms for the name Sophia. 

Every teacher has their own classroom with their name and a picture of them next to the door. 

I reach her classroom, take a look at what she looks like and decide to wait her up at the teachers exit. 

I've been waiting for 15 minutes when she finally walks out, alone. 

''Excuse me? Miss Brown?''

Her face turns to me. She has freckles and curly brown hair. 

''Can I help you?'' She asks. Her voice is so high. 

''Do you know Scott Adams?'' 

''Yes. He's my boyfriend.'' She responds. 

I smile, ''he's also mine.'' 

Her face turns sad, ''I fucking knew it.'' 

''I'm sorry.'' I say, leaning my hand on her shoulder.

''Thank.. Thank you for telling me.'' She walks away, with a pace. 

I run after her and push a napkin with chloroform onto her mouth and nose. 

She struggles for a second but she quickly falls to the ground. 

I look around me, no one. 

I fall onto the ground. 

Fuck, why am I like this?

Jealousy races through me. 

Why can't I just let him be? Let him live, be happy. 

I can't. Scotts mine. 

I hear a police sirene in the distance and I'm on my feet quicker then ever. 

I run to the teachers exit door but It's locked. 

I hide myself in the bushes only to find out it's just in the distance and the sirene dies down after a few seconds. 

Jesus Christ, I have to get her out of here, before she wakes up. 

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She's in the backseat of my car, tied up. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm really panicking now. 

I found out her adress by going through her phone. 

I also found out that she lives alone. 

It's starting to get dark outside. 

I drag her into her own home through the backdoor, why in the fuck does she live in such a huge house by herself?

I put on a pair of yellow cleaning gloves and start to erase my prints. 

She's on her couch, breathing but barely. 

I have to hurry up. 

I search her backyard shed and find a rope. 

Suïcide, she commited suïcide. 

She wasn't happy, she was unhappy with her life. 

I run back to the house.