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“I think they wanted your dad to save Bethany.”
Gibsie belonged to the rest of the world. Gerard belonged just to me.
“Get ready to be a back-seat bitch, Gibs.” Assuming position, Johnny linked hands with Gerard and smirked. “One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war.” “Five, six, seven, eight, I use this hand to masturbate.” “Gerard,” I yelped at the same time Shannon choked out, “Gibsie!”
You know, since the academy frowns on rapists that drive teenage girls to suicide and all that jazz.
After the rumor went around about her sister’s suicide note, I used to hold my breath when I saw her, waiting for her to tell the world the truth. When it didn’t happen, I started to suspect that she didn’t know the full story.
But he wasn’t Gerard.
She had the horror story versed off by heart, the one that made Caoimhe the victim and him the monster, while all I had was a crumpled-up letter under my mattress and the truth.