Tell Me What Really Happened

by Chelsea Sedoti

He’s not some controlling asshole or anything like that. Just the most paranoid dude I’ve ever met. I guess it makes sense—obviously, you know who her dad is.

Like I’m a fucking tulip or something.

I’d just finished a book I really loved, and you know how sometimes you don’t want to start a new book because you’re still stuck in the world of the last one?

The victims are always girls. They always vanish in a split second. It always appears that they straight up walked away. Like something in the woods called to them.

Petra likes to say she [air quotes] tells it as it is. And I’m always like, you know, that’s just another way of saying you’re an asshole.

“Honestly, I don’t care if people love me or hate me. The worst thing would be if no one thought of me at all.”

Maylee was like, “Let’s face it, Nolan. You’re just another basement-dwelling incel creep who lives in a fantasy because your reality is too pitiful to face.”

And for the record, I wasn’t running through the woods waving a Glock around with no idea how to use it.