Page 43 of My Rules for Revenge (Twisted YA Mysteries #1)

INDIRA

I wrote in an online journal once I moved into my new house, which was two hours away from Brightwood Lake. It was one of the only ways I was able to remain sane after everything that happened.

I sent a voice message to Carlos to thank him for carrying out my plan and to finally explain myself. I needed my story to get out there somehow.

When I first reached out to him, he quickly remembered me as the girl in the movie theater he tried to flirt with. Despite my disgust for him, we had something in common—our strong and mutual hatred for Heather.

It felt good that I was able to use him as my personal tool after he tried to treat me as one. I wanted Heather and Jacob to know it was me. I explained to Carlos that Eddy pressured me into sending him nude pictures of myself, even though he didn’t love me.

One of his friends then got ahold of my nude photos, sent them around to the rest of the basketball team, and kept the secret very tight-lipped.

I guess since they’re such a tight “brotherhood,” that is the reason it wasn’t blasted all over social media.

Maybe they thought they would get in serious trouble if they got caught with them.

Who knows? The horrible thing is, they probably wouldn’t have.

After this happened, they bullied and teased me in class. I never felt more embarrassed, exposed, and humiliated in my entire life. I broke down crying every single day in between classes and after school. It was the longest three weeks of my life.

I reluctantly told my parents that I needed to relocate schools, which ruined everything I was working towards—mainly my Ivy League aspirations. I was forced to tell them what happened in full detail. They never looked at me the same way again.

My father decided to move two hours away so we would all have a fresh start.

Apparently, he wanted to repair his rapidly deteriorating relationship with my mother as well.

He was done cheating on her. I didn’t believe he wanted to change.

I’m sure Linda Newman broke things off with him, and he just wanted to save face.

When we moved, it forced me to rely on him. I hated that with every bone in my body.

I was in a very dark place, and as a result, I slowly crafted the plan to expose Eddy and humiliate Heather. Simply put, I wanted revenge. I didn’t care about exposing my nude pictures to everyone in the school—that’s how angry I was and how far I was willing to go to make them pay.

After he listened to my voice message, Carlos asked me what Heather had done to me. I told him that only she knew. I then logged off, deleted my account, and said nothing more. I had delivered the emotional devastation I had intended and had succeeded.

This wasn’t the type of person I was, but they forced my hand. Everything I had worked for was ruined.

Moving in the middle of the school year was frustrating beyond belief, and with all the traumatic events that happened to me, I was unable to focus.

I couldn’t enroll in my new school right away.

It took weeks. My grades plummeted when I started.

They’re still abysmal. I’m still trying to recover them to salvage what remains of my future.

I hope Eddy and Heather realize the damage they did to me—they betrayed me. Heather was right about one thing: exacting revenge on those who wrong you does give you a sort of internal peace—at least for a little while, anyway.

Eddy, on the other hand, completely destroyed me. I truly thought he was one of the good ones. He shattered my heart into a thousand pieces.