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Chapter#23

There were a sharp pain zapping through her skull which almost made her gasp out loud. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times to clear her blurry vision. The pain in her head was slowly fading as well as she got a better view of where she was.

She was laying on hard, cold ground. The chill from somewhere was seeping through her clothes and sending a shiver down her spine. Her limbs were tightly bounded, enough for her to doubt the flow of blood in her veins. She shuddered and slowly turned her head around to see her surroundings. It wasn't dark but it wasn't bright either. It was just enough for her to be able to make out the shapes of everything around. She was in a room, probably a bedroom because she could see the build in closet and windows which had been closed. The glass was covered with black paint. She tried to rise her head but her head was too heavy so she stayed where she was, slowly collecting her thoughts, slowly trying to adjust the reality she wished wasn't real.

She didn't want to believe it but the sinking feeling in her gut was making her so afraid. Afraid of the situation she was in and afraid of what she thought to be true. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She couldn't believe that June was every capable of hurting her.

Not June. Anybody but her.

She wanted to desperately believe that maybe just maybe June wasn't part of it. She had only been scared; she had only been confused which was why she didn't react to what happened to her. There was no way June could ever do something like this to her. Not the June who had laughed with her from last 4 and half years.

Not the June who had held her when she lost Dean.

Not the June who had hand fed her food when she was losing the will to live

Not the June who had dragged her towards life when she was on her weakest.

It can't be her June.

Her June could be blunt, could be harsh but that was it.

That was it.

She blinked away the tears which was begging to slide down her cheek. She didn't want to cry, not yet. But she already shaking, from fear, from sadness and from cold.

She didn't lay in her misery for long, she knew she didn't have time. She didn't want to think that June was behind all this so instead of accepting the obvious, she made herself believe that she didn't know June, didn't know anything about the person who had looked at her so coldly while someone took her away. So, she started thinking why would someone do that? She didn't hold a grudge against Sara, because Sara simply didn't remember doing anything to ever hurt June.

She had met June in History class in 8th grade. June had been the first one to approach her and despite her emo looks and clothes, she wasn't completely towards the who whole emo style. They became friends slowly because Sara wasn't used to getting along with people. Her life and friends have revolved around Dean but they had become good friends in few months to the point where they were having sleepovers at each other place. She remembered Dean's growing annoyance with June, remembered how quickly she had won over her mother. Though her brother didn't exactly get along with June, he hadn't ever been involved enough in her to ever do something which would hurt June.

So what? What had Sara ever done to June Parker?

Somewhere in the back of her mind, his name was being whispered. Like a soft, crawling drawl, Dean's name was running through her mind but even if she heard his name, her mind wasn't able to link June and Dean together. Dean had clearly mentioned that they were too old to ever mess around with girls that young. Though 8th grade wasn't small but for a senior high school student, it was still a kid. Dean had only ever seen her beside her. He has clearly said he had never met June before, never even talked to her so how?