"Call me Lord Voldemort's whore."

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Chapter 11

That night I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I unwrapped the scarf around my neck and swallowed hard.

The blue and black bruising were finally yellowing showing signs of healing. It had been a week since I confessed me love to a boy who couldn't even fathom being loved.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to just forget everything. It's been tough trying to hide my bruises from my lovely overbearing mother. Luckily because the Expo was just a rocks throw away she's believed that I was just too busy to talk.

I wanted to be pissed at Lucas. I wanted to be scared. But I was just so emotionally exhausted I couldn't even feel anything.

My phone rang on my desk. I walked over. I mindlessly picked up my phone and answered.

"Hello?" I asked.

I waited patiently for the other person on the line. But I was greeted with radio silence.

"Hello?" I asked a little bit more irritated this time.

The line on the other side was still silent.

"This isn't funny. I'm hanging up now." I said a bit more frustration slipped into my tone of voice.

I was just about to hang up with a voice finally spoke "Candice." A smooth husky voice spoke.

An icy chill ran through my bones.

"Who is this?"

"Candice, you're even more beautiful than the day I first set eyes on you."

"Who the hell is this?" I practically screamed.

"You're worst nightmare." The smooth voice turned into one from a Scream movie. "You thought you could get away scotch free? Without any consequences? Well you little cunt. You've got another thing coming. I'm going to gut everyone you love like a pig. And then, I'm coming for you."

With a click the called hung up.

I didn't even have time to process my fear when I heard a knock on my door.

"Sweetheart?" I turned towards my door and saw my mother. She looked at me with worried look etched across her face. But soon her features turned one of horror when she took in the markings on my neck.

"Candice what in gods name?" She ran up to me and clung to my shoulder. "What happened? Who did this? Dear, please tell me what happened! Who do I have to kill?" Her eyes were panicked and intense. But definitely terrified.

"Mom," I said freeing myself from her grasp "nothing happened. It was an accident." I was lucky that the bruises were no longer in the shape of finger prints. Just a dusting of yellow and blackish marks. "I started taking boxing and self defense classes at the school. I thought it'd be a good idea. You know. You never know." I said with a smile and a laugh.

I heard how forced my laugh was. And I hoped my mother didn't know.

She narrowed her eyes at me. Clearly not quite believing me. But also she had no grounds to stand on to not believe me either.

"I don't believe you." She said firmly.

"I know. But please do." I said.

She closed her eyes and sighed. My mother was extremely strong willed. She was feisty, kind of a bitch and would go down fighting.

When they found Craig after they saved me it took two police men to hold her back when he walked into the court for the hearing.

I had never seen my mother so upset. So angry. She was always laughing, and making sarcastic remarks. Even after dad died. But when she lost me, even if it was for awhile, she changed a little.

She will always tell me how thankful she was for Lucas.

"Okay." With that she gave me a hug, more like clung to me and walked out silently.

I sat on my bed and rolled up into a ball. I was exhausted. I didn't want to fight with the world anymore. I just wanted to sleep and go back to a time where there was no Lucas Avery, no psycho stalker on the lose, and when my mom was actually happy.

I don't know when it happened but I fell asleep not too long after my mom came into the room. My next conscious thought was how warm the arms that were wrapping around me were.

"Lucas." I didn't question if it was him. I knew it was.

"Yes baby." His voice was soft and kind. I sunk into him. He squeezed me tightly to his chest as I cried, his hand gently caressing my hair.

I fell asleep like that.

I felt as though I was sleeping with an angel for once rather than the devil.

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It was Saturday morning, of that I was sure. What I wasn't so sure of was why the hell in gods name was I up so early. Don't get me wrong I loved being productive, but Saturday mornings were not those times.

I was sitting on my bed, legs crossed watching what could be called the oddest occurrence I have ever seen.

It might have been the only reason being up at 8am would be worth it.

Anthony and Lucas were currently in my room screaming at each other.

I can't even lie when I say it was the most amusing thing in the world.

"You're a cock sucker everything you say I can't take seriously because all I can do is imagine you getting bottomed by a fat inmate named Dug." Anthony screamed.

"Oh please. Dug screamed like a whore when he came. Like you can ever talk everyone knows you're queerer than a two dollar bill." Lucas growled. "You're some sort of cracked up blow up doll if you think the school nurse has something to do with this."

Let me fill you in real quick. My room was currently the inside of some CSI episode with pictures and boards with those crazy lines pinned all over.

It was now a full blown investigation.

Lucas wanted to figure it out and squeezed out everything and anything I knew. Including the fact I told Anthony about it.

"Why not? You've literally screwed her to oblivion. She has every reason to go after you considering the whole school knows what Candice is to you." Anthony yelled. "Who else could it be?"

Lucas sighed in annoyance. "You're just a piece of shit on the bottom of my shoe." He said to Anthony. He turned to me and said "And it's good to know the pervert little slut has a big mouth."

I threw my arms up in the air and shrugged. "I needed someone to help me with the image of your flabby ass. It was disturbing to say the very least."

"Oh Candy we both know my ass is sculpted by god himself, much like the rest of me."

Anthony rolled his eyes. "Were not getting anywhere. Candice do you have any ideas what so ever?"

"No. Craig had no family that I know of. No one ever visited him at the hospital and no one was with him at his trial. Maybe I should go to the police."

"What about other students?" Lucas asked.

I paused. "I'm not sure."

"Well he had to have other ones." Anthony said "I can't believe I'm agreeing with him but Lucas may be on to something. He could have had a student who may have worshiped him. Wanted revenge."

"Only problem is I have no idea who his other students were. He never mentioned any of them to me. Maybe he did to my mom, but I'm not involving her in this."

"I'll figure something out. I have a friend whose dad is a cop. I can have him look into it for me." Lucas said.

"Wait you have friends?" Anthony asked, his face lighting up innocence painted all over his cheesed up smile.

"Friend is as always a very lose term." Lucas responded with a shit eating grin.

"What about Wendy?" Anthony suddenly said.

"Wendy Marlow?" I asked.

"Yea. At the party I heard her ripping you a new one to Emmet. She does not like you."

"Anthony, we can't put everyone on the list that just doesn't like me. A lot of people don't like me. It doesn't mean they're stalking me."

"No, but she's good friend of yours right? It'd be odd for her to talk about you." Lucas paused "Well you used to be friends that is." He smirked down at me. "Did your bitchy attitude turn her off like it does with everyone else?"

"Not as much as your face does." But he did have a point. She hated me, even more so than I'd like to admit it.

"Emmet actually stood up for you though. Told her off. She was upset for the rest of the night. Tinsley said she found her crying in the bathroom." Anthony suddenly whipped his head towards me "Which by the way are we not telling Tins?"

"I'm afraid to get her involved. Hell I didn't even want to get you involved." I said pointedly looking at Lucas who has dragged him here.

"I'm not happy about it either sweet cheeks."

"Then why did you bring him here?"

"Because it's one more person in the cross fires that might save me from being the one that get hurts at the end of this."

"No one is getting hurt." I murmured.

"Ya you douche bag."

"Anyways," I said rolling my eyes "Wendy is not a suspect." Promptly ending the conversation.

Funny thing about that statement. Wendy was the first person to call me Lord Voldemort's whore Monday morning.

I was surprised by this statement.

First being the knowledge that Wendy transferred to St. Mary's.

Secondly she was smart enough to get into Tesla.

Third being that there were photos of me all over the school.

Well actually only two different photos, just multiple copies of each. The content being me in a state of undress with Lucas right behind me. At the angle and if I had no prior knowledge of what was actually going on, it did look like we had just taken a roll in the sack.

Even though I know better. I was changing he came up behind me to scare the living shit out of me. Again not announcing his presence.

The second picture was one where I was sitting in the quad. My eyes were shut, but it looked like I was leaning in to kiss someone. That someone would be Emmet Morgan who was bent down, his lips touching mine.

I wasn't sure what that picture was all about considering I have no recollection of kissing Emmet Morgan, but he sure kissed me.

Angry red lettering lined the bottom of the page. "Satans' Whore."

Implying two things.

1.  Lucas and Emmet were both Satan.

2. I was a whore.

And with Wendy screaming in my face, she just became suspect numero uno.

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