Page 9 of My Rules for Revenge (Twisted YA Mysteries #1)

I got up and smiled as sarcastically as possible. He hilariously reciprocated. Exactly one second later, I swung my arms onto his desk and threw all his papers and folders onto the floor. He yelled out in horror. I quietly laughed.

“I’m so, so sorry. I think I had a seizure.”

Principal Newman was so astounded that he was barely able to speak.

“It’s alright, Heather. I just wasn’t expecting that. Do you think you could help?”

Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, I told him I had class and hurried out.

I rushed to the bathroom as I attempted to keep my tears in.

Many students subtly pointed and whispered towards me.

Some giggled and snickered. From the corner of my eye, I saw Eddy.

He gave me a concerned look. I didn’t stop to see if he wanted to say something.

Eddy was a sweet guy. The type of guy you could take to meet your parents, but I wasn’t currently interested in being comforted by him.

I needed to be alone. I didn’t want anyone to see the emotional wreck that I was.

When I entered the dirty bathroom, my nose was immediately attacked with a foul smell of discount perfume, overused bleach, and disgusting body odor.

The mirrors were smeared with lipstick residue and another red substance I didn’t want to further inspect.

I busted into an open stall and thankfully didn’t see a ten-pound donkey turd floating in the toilet water.

I shut the seat and sat down while I locked the door behind me.

I slid out my phone and went on social media.

I saw that my nudes were still on my feed.

A dozen anonymous accounts had already saved them and reposted them for the whole internet to see.

While I reported and blocked these accounts, I couldn’t help but skim through the comments people left.

Some said they had already beaten themselves off to my pictures.

One user said he did it nineteen times. Another user said I should've released a sex tape.

One user replied that he would buy the sex tape.

Another user questioned if I had a subscription account—he wanted to see more of my pictures.

One user said he wanted to behead me for unjustly exposing myself. Another user said that he wanted to kidnap me and ship me overseas, where they would have stoned me to death. Someone else asked me to show my “stinky” feet.

By far the weirdest one was someone who wanted me to send them a jar filled with my actual shit. They offered to pay me thousands of dollars. Others simply called me an ugly cow, a disgusting slut, or a dumb whore.

The list went on and on. I knew that these so-called “human beings” were all talk. For whatever reason, they had decided to be extremely toxic and spew hate towards me.

If I had tried to come up with a reason as to why they would do something like this, I would’ve come up with a million different possibilities, and it wasn’t worth it.

At the end of the day, they were just words. This is what I repeatedly told myself as I continued to read. I knew I was torturing myself, but for whatever inexplicable reason, my eyes were glued to the screen as the tears poured out.

I couldn’t fathom why all these online strangers wanted to make me feel like I was a worthless, emotionless sex doll.

Despite what they thought, I wasn’t put on this Earth to be the subject of this relentless verbal abuse. By the time I stopped, my blood felt like it was about to evaporate with steam. I punched the stall door and bruised my fist.

“Ow,” I groaned.

I shouldn’t have done that, but I liked to hit stuff when I was angry. It helped.

Vivian walked in after I texted her my location.

Heather! Heather, are you in here?” Vivian asked.

“Yeah,” I said as I sniffled.

“I can’t believe this kid did this to you. What is wrong with people?”

“I swear he’s the most cruel, disgusting piece of trash I’ve ever met,” I replied.

“Ugh, he’s revolting. Who leaks a girl’s pictures like that? This is messed up.”

“He’s a degenerate hog,” I assured her.

“Seriously. What did Newman say, by the way?”

“That selfish jerk is only worried about himself and the school.”

“Why don’t we try and expose him?” Vivian suggested.

“Remember Aidan?” I asked to jog her memory.

“Oh, wow, you’re right. Wait, why don’t we just use anonymous accounts?”

“Aidan used anonymous accounts. It didn’t work out.”

“Damn. What do we do then?”

“Once I’m done crying about all the mean things people are posting about me, I’m going to destroy him.”

“Screw those people. They’re just stupid bullies with nothing better to do. They wouldn’t be saying all that stuff to your face,” Vivian assured me.

“Trust me, I know. If they did, they would no longer have a face after I was through with them,” I clearly stated.

“Hey, do you wanna open the door?” Vivian asked.

“Not really, Viv. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Are you sure?”

“I love you, Viv, but yes.”

“Okay. I love you too. I’m sorry you’re going through this. You don’t deserve it.”

I stayed quiet and wiped away my tears. Vivian was my best friend and my rock. Despite her being a peaceful hippy, I knew she’d always be there for me, just like I knew I’d always be there for her. I was lucky I had at least one person like that in my life.

I changed my mind and opened the door. As I walked out, Vivian and I tightly hugged one another.

“Thank you for being here,” I said with gratitude.

“Anytime.”

“You wanna know the nicest thing someone called me today?” I asked.

“What?”

“An ugly cow,” I said somewhat jokingly.

“You are definitely not an ugly cow, Heather.”

“Am I a pretty cow?”

“Don’t say that.”

“If I make light of it, it won’t bother me as much,” I explained.

Vivian chuckled a bit.

“I suppose you’re right.”

“You wanna help me make fun of all the profile pics these basement-dwelling imbeciles have?” I asked.

“Absolutely.”

After that…it was time for vengeance.