Kozette Arnater

"What exactly has Hallie been telling-" She stopped as she realized what she had just said, Logan kept the look on his face totally neutral, only raising his brow an inch higher and she closed her eyes, taking deep breath before she stood up and walked out from the cafeteria.

She needed to be alone, she needed to think, she needed to see Hallie and talk brains into her head, who did Hallie think she was to be rattling on and on for these kind of things?

'Hallie!' Her inner voice shot and almost immediately she heard a relaxed sigh.

'What the hell did you do? What did you go on rattling to Logan about? You can't keep your mouth shut and keep this things secret?!'

'Why do have to keep you secret. I want you out of my body as quick as possible, Edna!'

'Do you think this would have happened if you had kept your temper at bay and not pushed me down the roof? No matter how pathetic my life had been, I had been much happier than dying without changing my story. This is what you kept and for so long I get my revenge, I'll stay right here in you body.'

'Then get your revenge and get out quickly. I want my body back, I was holding on perfect until you came in and everyone feels I'm going crazy. I'm going to lose it all, every single thing.'

'That's what you get, Hallie Torre....for killing me.'

With that, the conversation ended. When Edna turned back, Logan was there, staring at her.

"You are Edna Young, right?" He asked and she stared at him for a long time. He took a step closer to her, his heart quickening, his breath deepening.

"You are Edna."

*~*~*~

She sighed as she stared at her phone, throwing it up and down in her hands and catching it before it would fall again.

At the same time, Logan stared at the TV in his house, watching the accident, again and again, and over again, if he could get something her.

She sighed, he sighed.

She dropped her phone, he turned on the TV.

She laid on the bed, he did too and in a second, they were up again.

"God." Edna muttered.

"Shit!" He cried out.

She took a black hoodie and stepped out of the house, her hands in her pocket. She wasn't going to take the car, she would go with a cab.

The cab dropped her on the road and with her legs, she ventured deeper into the streets, till she got to her house, her home...the gift her grandparents had given her before they had passed away.

Her hands fumbled with the lock, it was open and the feeling of nostalgia rushed over her. Had they come into her house too, and had swept over every single thing in the house to hide anything that would implicate the rich kids?

She walked deeper into it. It was dark, it was dusty, her hands swiped over the things in the living room and slowly she walked up the stairs that creaked, like rats were dancing in them. It sent a shrill down her spine, something she'd never know would exist. She was totally excited for the things that would come later, from the plans that would come after.

She was going to wreck them, one after the other, all of them who kept her death secret and wanted to save their own lives instead. She was going to wreck each and everyone of them and she was going to do it, memorably.

She looked into her room, it was still clean and just a little dusty. Who exactly had come in here and why had things been left untouched? She needed answers. Answers that she would get, because those were the things that would lead her to the secrets.

Her legs stopped at a particular place and she bent down, her hands cleaning the dust that rested over it.

"Long time no see, friend." She muttered as she placed her fingerprint and it read her biometrics. The floorboard opened and it led to a metallic place, which opened after a eye test. It opened to reveal a staircase which she climbed into and it widened into a large underground computer facility.

"My money..." She whispered as she closed her eyes, inhaling the scent and familiarity of IT.

She was going to start with the weakest of them all, Kozette Arnater.

*~*~*~

The night club boomed with loud music enough to cause an headache for some...a lot of days, but the occupants felt fine with it as they dances and screamed simultaneously in the large club.

Among the hundreds of the members, a girl danced crazily for a guy, whining and resting her bum on his d!ck seductively. Kozette was drunk, too drunk.

"Why don't we get a room?" The guy asked and she immediately accepted, linking her hand with him as they walked into the nearest empty room they could find. Even that, took too long for them as half of their clothes were off already before they made it into the room.

She collapsed on the bed drunkily, before the guy climbed onto her, making no further play before inserting into her sharply, and immediately, clapping of skins on each other and sounds of moans resounded in the room as they fvcked each other throughout the night.

The next morning, Kozette sprawled on the bed naked as her eyes opened and she groaned when the headache hit her roughly. She cleared her throat as she sat up.

"Where the fvck am I?" She screamed as she got up from the bed and realization suddenly hit her. The dance, the drinks...the drinks. All she had was a freaking cup of juice, how...how had she ended up here? Her eyes widened when she saw she was naked and her blood filled the bedspread.

"My God. What have I done?" She held her head in her hands as she fell to her knees. That guy had spiked her drinks. The realization hit her harshly and tears rushed out of her eyes. She should never have been here, she should never.

~

She walked into the house and her back hit the door immediately as her father's hand landed hardly on her cheek. Tears rushed out of her eyes immediately as she stared up at him. What was that for?

"I have no problem with you going around and sleeping out, Kozette but you definitely would not disgrace me this way. Why the creeping hell is this video all about?" Her father threw the tablet to the ground and Kozette's eyes widened as all the fantasies of last night played in her front.

Her chest tightened and blood rushed up to her head as she blinked numerous times. Sweat rushed out from all part of her body as heat accompanied it.

"Who...who ...sent this ...to you?" She asked, her hands clenched tightly. The slap didn't mean much anymore, this...this could destroy all her life.

"Guessed someone took it when you fvcking around like a little b*tch. And guess what, the person doesn't need anything to not bring this video, except you confess for that young lady's death at your school."