She turns her vast eyes to me, and I can’t learn them. The shock remains to be there, however one thing else is there now. Anger? Did I hit a nerve? Guess proper, too shortly?

“You suppose I did this?”

Penny retains a distance from us as she slowly circles the room, cautious not to attract consideration to herself as she strikes, and exits in order to not be caught within the crossfire.

Good.

“Didn’t you?” I take an uneven step towards her, grabbing a fistful of my T-shirt, making an attempt to carry my splitting coronary heart collectively. I’m so shattered. I really feel like I’m going to be sick. The betrayal is simply too deep. How may I not see this facet of her earlier than? Isn’t everybody able to this on some degree? I unclench my different fist and let the few crumpled items I may discover of the band photograph fall to the ground between us. “Fuck with my guitar, wonderful. Screw it’s sentimental worth or the truth that it was irreplaceable. Even shred my case. Hell, rip my god-damned coronary heart out for all I care. Who provides a fuck? However tearing up my recollections? One of many few remaining connections I had with Andy? That’s an excessive amount of. Too far. Means too far, Sloane.”

Almost choking on the phrases, I don’t know the way I’m conserving my shit collectively proper now. I’m trembling so onerous it seems like I’ll fly aside within the slightest breeze.

She gazes down on the scraps on the ground, and once more on the guitar and case. The hand that was over her coronary heart now overlaying her mouth. Tears stream down her cheeks when she glances up.

Taking a step towards me, she shakes her head and whispers, “Cooper, I swear to you, I didn’t do that.”

“Who else?” I yell, pulling at my hair and choking on my feelings. I can’t suppose straight. “Who else may do that?”

Her shoulders tighten, and her eyes slender. “I get that you just’re upset, clearly. However you don’t have any proper to accuse me of one thing so horrible. What makes you suppose I might do one thing like this to you? Might do that to you? Do you actually suppose that about me?”

I stare at her, looking for the facet of her that I’ve not seen earlier than. The facet that might utterly destroy somebody’s issues. Their recollections. Their happiness. There’s acquired to be a facet of her coldhearted sufficient to try this. To do that.

Once we first met, I believe I noticed that a part of her. It was plain as fucking day how a lot she hated me. I ought to have left her alone. However no, I went forward and wished one thing. I wished her to be completely different. I wished her to care.

About me.

Fucking idiot.

It’s an excessive amount of.

And now, I need to imagine her when she says she didn’t do it, however my mind can’t determine an equation that places anybody else close to my guitar. Alternative plus motive is all the things, and she or he’s the one one with each. Regardless that I don’t know precisely what that motive is, it was obvious she had an axe to grind with me this morning.

There are such a lot of phrases I need to say and feelings I need to let unfastened, however I swallow all of them and depart earlier than I do one thing silly like trash the entire constructing. As I am going, I push previous Ethan and some different college students, observing the spectacle from the doorway.

Step proper up, of us. Get your tickets to the sideshow in classroom 12B.

My complete life is now only a fucking circus. Each little bit of it’s on show for everybody to observe and choose. I believed I may deal with that facet of it. I believed I used to be dealing with it.

Possibly I’m not.

twenty-four

Burn Down My Home

Sloane

I can’t breathe. Air simply isn’t making it into my lungs. I’m beginning to get dizzy.

Who would do that?

“Sloane, did you hear me? The police are on their manner.” Fiona has been making an attempt to get my consideration for some time now, however I can’t appear to give attention to her. Or something apart from the ravaged guitar nonetheless on the ground in entrance of me. I’m too shocked.

Any person got here into my constructing and destroyed a musical instrument. And never simply any musical instrument. One belonging to somebody I care about and know cherished it nearly as a lot as life itself. That’s what an instrument means to a musician. It’s greater than only a software. It’s an extension of the particular person, a option to talk, to specific themselves.

It’s sacred. It’s all the things.

And somebody desecrated that.

A wave of nausea rolls over me, however I stuff it down. I want to tug myself collectively. This isn’t the time to disintegrate. No, now could be once I have to kick some ass.

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