Euphoria Solaii
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I love to write not just one genre but all.
When I write its a relief and it brings joy to me knowing people can read and even sometimes relate
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: Part 2
This story has multiple parts, if you are finding this story that is not Part 1 I advise you to click the link to (The Blame Game: Part 1): https://shopping-feedback.today/fiction/the-blame-game-part-1 _____________________________________________ Chapter 2: Pass Truths To Be Uncovered The night I could've told the cops what I witnessed I chose not to in sake of my boyfriends future in sake of ours future together. I was selfish I didn't think anything of it because I thought to much of myself. I thought that if I was just quiet about everything it would stay swept underneath the rug and maybe we could all bypass it. I didn't think Dawn was still bothered by what happened and maybe if I helped instead of reacting she would have been alive as of now. I never wish to hurt her like I did... Beck -"Wait so there's a rape report" Jesse -"How didn't you fucking know, the cops took us in about a year ago because you and your fucking asshole friends raped her". Beck - And by asshole friends you do mean Colson as well right? Jesse - "Carter had nothing to do with this" Beck - (Laughs) Don't play fucking defense for Carter, he had more fault in this than the rest of us. Jesse -" he told me he was innocent and that's why I kept what you guys did quiet because I knew if him raping Dawn was a rumor he'd- Beck had reached over the table one hand pressuring my shoulder and his finger over my lip and he brushed his lips to my ears "You tell anyone about what happened with the team and Dawn, I go to the cops and say where I put Dawn's body". "You fucking asshole, if it wasn't for what you and David Chapel pulled she wouldn't be dead". He laughed again slowly pressuring down on my shoulder pulling me towards him, this time his finger pointed towards my chest his eyes meeting with mine. "No, no sweetie if it wasn't for you Dawn wouldn't be dead" (Laughs). He got up from his seat and left leaving a envelope in the middle of the table. A text popping up on my phone by him as he said... (Dawn's Phone I didn't trash it cause it may be some things in there you want to see, get rid of it after) I slid the envelope underneath my jacket and ordered a coffee waiting about 15 minutes until I knew Beck was completely gone. I walked out of the coffee shop. I didn't know what to fucking feel or how to talk about the shit that was building up inside me I only knew how to react. Looking at that message I felt bad for Mrs Atkins her daughter never came back home to her. She didn't deserve that, no one does. November 20th For almost all my life I lived in this world of loneliness, I never spilled my emotions because I never trusted anyone. If I ever did I was always afraid that this monster would burst out of my skin and I'd lose control of who I am. That's exactly what I did and I'm paying for every fault. I wouldn't see life clearly than and I don't think I ever will now and I don't know if the world will ever see me in a new light. I haven't yet confessed but I hope they understand. What happened that night was a huge mistake. We were drunk, Dawn was having family issues and I thought letting off some steam by getting wasted was good for her. Carter and the team was there and things got a little rocky...that's all I have to say.
By Euphoria Solaii4 years ago in Fiction
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞: Part 1
Chapter 1: A Walking Target Have you ever relived a nightmare? not a dream, something that really made you feel like a monster, something that made you forget yourself. Did you? I never knew things can go this far or what it felt like to be a walking target, In public you try to hide the guilt and walk with innocence but i was no longer innocent. I was the predator. Just walking out the door and looking at a newspaper felt like you were on the front page. A huge secret that if slipped out we all would go down and our futures destroyed. Even if they didn't know who we were it was like I was a walking criminal underneath the blinds eyes. Everyone tried they're hardest to act like nothing happened but behind those closed doors we were afraid of who we have become. I knew the secret of what happened that night, I knew it would be let out soon if we don't clear things away. They were onto us, we were being watched. A promise, to keep the secret among us and to move forward with our lives, but things were getting out control. The gruesome rumors and the cops getting closer to the actual story afraid of what will happen next. That night took our entire purpose and left us hopeless and scared. We all looked out for ourselves after that we didn't know who to trust. We were all the suspects, it was our choice to tell the truth or stay silent. Though I knew the truth wasn't gonna spare our lives nor will the silence protect it...
By Euphoria Solaii4 years ago in Fiction
