My throat went dry. “That’s… that’s a long time to hold a grudge.”
But at 11:57 PM, I found myself pulling on my jacket. Not because I wanted to see her. Not because I believed a word she said. But because I knew Chloe—the real Chloe, the one beneath the chaos and the games—and I knew she would wait there all night. Alone. In the cold.
I told myself she was just lonely. An attention-seeker. A younger sister with a crush. Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister
Derek found the texts. All of them. The late-night “accidental” photos she’d sent—a flash of collarbone, the curve of her hip in my hoodie, a caption reading Wish you were here to take this off. He’d borrowed her laptop to order band merch, and her iMessage was still synced.
The train bridge was a rusted skeleton over a dry creek bed, a place we’d hung out as teenagers, throwing rocks and talking about nothing. She was sitting on the edge, legs dangling, my hoodie zipped up against the wind. When she heard my footsteps, she didn’t turn around. My throat went dry
I laughed, a little too loud. “Chloe, you’re Derek’s little sister. You’re off-limits. That’s just… the law.”
Give it back tomorrow.
And I didn’t look back.
“Because you would never choose me,” she said. “Not while he was in the way. So I removed him from the equation.” Not because I believed a word she said
It came at 9:14 AM.
My blood went cold. I hadn’t deleted anything. But I knew who had.