TW: Mentions of Attempted Rape

Morgan was going down tonight and although I wouldn’t be witness to it, I’d have the pleasure of knowing what was going to happen.

No one liked Morgan… well that’s a lie. Lots of people liked her. I did not. Neither did my friends. She was a waste of space and nothing special. Except for the fact she wanted to suck off Satan.

She was a witch.

It wasn’t like I saw her wearing a pentagram or chanting in tongues. But how else did she get everyone to like her? She was so boring. She was nice to literally everyone, even the shitty algebra teacher. She had all these friends, and no one had anything bad to say about her. Even when she ‘forgot’ to do an assignment, her teacher excused her and gave her another day.

Fat chance they’d ever do that for me.

I’d been forced to share a class with Morgan every year since first grade, and every year she tried to be my best friend. I wanted nothing to do with her obviously. Maybe I could sense her evil witchiness from a young age. Smart of me. Dumb of everyone else.

Over the years, she would grow, because her interests were just like everyone else’s or they at least appeared to be. Me, I pride myself on being unique, and I shrunk into the background. I want a truck for my first car instead of a Prius. I love big dogs and horses. Most of my friends are boys.

That last fact is what played a key part in my revenge tonight.

One of my friends, Stephan, had a brother in college. And he was all too willing to go along with my plan ever since Morgan turned him down for a date.

Stephan’s brother recruited a few of his friends, and after they chugged a few beers, went to where Morgan worked. They wouldn’t do anything, don’t get me wrong! They’d just scare the shit out of her so she learned her lesson. She deserved it.  

So at home I sipped my soda and awaited the good news.

At around 10:30 PM, I got the phone call. I couldn’t hide the smugness in my tone when I answered it.

“How much did she scream, Stephan? Did she beg for mercy-“

“We fucked up! We fucked up so bad, Addie, oh Jesus Christ…”

My heart dropped into my stomach. “What do you mean you fucked up, Stephan?” I heard my dog in the other room snuffle and turn over in his bed.

Stephan was breathing so hard I could barely catch what he was saying.

“So we chased Morgan into someone’s backyard, I don’t think they were home but oh Christ, Daryl started going too far and Morgan hit him, and he got mad, and there was a pool… oh shit, Addie…”

My heart had successfully reached my feet.

“He stuck her head under the water… until she stopped struggling. When we pulled her out she was… oh my god, we fucking killed her!”

Stephan started to sob. I got up and started to pace. My head was dizzy.

“What… what did you do with her body?”

“We just left her there!” Stephan heaved, I could hear the splatter of puke from his end of the line. “We kicked her into the pool and we took off! I don’t know what we’re going to do, Addie.”

“M… maybe they’ll think it was an accident?” I swallowed, my mouth dry. I heard my dog start to paw at the back door, I’d let him out in a minute. “Just pretend you don’t know anything! It’s not like they can prove you were there, right?”

Stephan was quiet for a bit. “… I guess?”

“Exactly! Just know nothing, you don’t even know her. I gotta go, my dog wants out. Stay safe!”

I hung up and sighed with relief. Even if they didn’t connect Stephan to that shitshow, it’s not like they could blame me for anything. I didn’t kill her. I was innocent.

I went to the backdoor and opened it, shooing Buster out.

When I looked up, my face was inches away from Morgan’s.

I couldn’t breathe. I stumbled back, landing on my ass. Morgan walked in, make up smeared down her face, blonde hair all tangled and dripping. Her lips were blue, and I could hear her teeth chattering, but she was absolutely alive.

“Hi, Addie! So tell me again how you had nothing to fucking do with it?”

She kicked me across the face and I went flat on my back. Morgan rested her boot on my chest and grinned darkly. The breath was being crushed out of me, but Morgan didn’t care.

“I tried to be nice to you Addie. I really did. I did nothing to you. But you sent those assholes after me to, what, rape me? Kill me?” She leaned in closer. “Do you want to know what they threatened to do to me?”

I shook my head. “M… Morgan, I swear, I didn’t want them to hurt you…” How did she survive? Did she just play dead until they left? How did she know it was me?

Addie kicked me in the chin, nearly making me bite off my own tongue. “You’re an awful person Addie. A really awful, shitty person. But you know what? You’re also an idiot.” She took a small leather pouch out of her pocket and dumped the contents on my shirt, neck, and face.

I gagged as my nostrils filled with this disgusting, meaty scent. My head was spinning so much I could barely sit up, let alone stand. When I tried to do so Morgan kicked me back down and reached into her other pocket, to pull out a clearish vial.

I screeched as she poured it into my eyes, blinding me. I tried to wipe it out but that made the pain worse. I was blind, smelled like a steak, and completely defenseless to whatever Morgan had planned.

I heard the clink of Buster’s collar as he walked into the house.

“You want to know why you’re so stupid, Addie?”

Buster started to growl.

“You should know that you can’t drown a witch.”

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