Seeing the resemblance between the two women sent a jolt of anger through my system, and I slammed the laptop shut, ready to throw it at the wall. I stood, pacing for a moment. "What the fuck, bro," I said aloud to no one. "After all we've been through together and now it feels like I don't even know you." I paced faster, feeling a fire in my chest, a tension in my shoulders, ready to punch someone. Am I going crazy? "I trusted you. I opened up to you! Told you my darkest fucking secrets. Because I thought you were part of the family. But you're fucking not!" My hands balled into fists, trying to take over. I knew I needed to talk to someone... needed Toby or Molly to calm me down, or Izaak to play sports against, or Gabe to cane me again. But it was the middle of the night, even Molly was sleeping. "You're a fucking con and don't deserve to be part of our family. Jokes on me for fucking trusting you." My vision was getting blurry and I needed to do something, quick. My hands landed on the tv remote and I launched it against the wall, causing it to shatter with a loud crash. I heard the faint yelling of my downstairs neighbor saying, "go to sleep!"
Finally I was able to take a deep breath and plop back down on the recliner, muttering a "sorry" to the neighbor that probably couldn't hear me anymore. Not that it mattered, all he wanted was for me to sit the fuck down.
I forced open my laptop again where the high school picture of Chloe Peterson stared back at me with her deceitful smile. Part of me didn't want to keep researching — after all, Clo had saved my ass with Andy a few weeks ago. Back when I thought she was my friend. But another part of me wanted revenge. And the only way to really get her back was to do the job that Gabe had hired me for.
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