On my boyfriend’s social media, a girl commented: “Dude, your girlfriend’s a murderer’s daughter? Seriously? You into that? I’m way better, hmu.” Before I could even figure out how to explain to Julian, I saw his reply to the comment: “DM me.” I tapped on her profile. My palms turned instantly clammy. Tiffany. For over ten years since high school, I’d wondered how she was doing. Now, I scrolled through her perfectly curated posts. I learned her mom had remarried a wealthy man, bringing Tiffany along. Her life was clearly fantastic, her feed filled with vacation photos from all over the world. But seeing her face, I still remembered over a decade ago, when she and her cronies cornered me in the girls’ restroom. It was the dead of winter, and icy cold water poured over me from head to toe. “You, a murderer’s daughter, how dare you show your face in front of me!” “Your whole damn family is rotten to the core! Give me back my dad! Give me back my dad!” I couldn’t argue. Couldn’t fight back. Because my dad really was a murderer. He’d killed her dad. Later, a new guy transferred to our class and actually tried to befriend me. The day after we walked home together after school, Tiffany loudly declared in front of him. “You’ve got some nerve! Her dad’s a killer!” “Quinn, you’re just like your slutty mom, a real man-eater!” The guy immediately freaked out and cut all ties with me. That day, I finally gathered the courage to retort, “Your dad was the one who wronged my mom first!” Her face twisted. She lunged at me like a maniac, pinning me to the ground and slapping me a dozen times. “Bullshit! Your mother was a homewrecker! A cheap homewrecker who raised a copycat slut just like herself!” The teacher saw the whole thing unfold. But he just silently pulled Tiffany up, looked at me with an expressionless face, and said, “A student like you, consider it a privilege you’re even allowed to stay in school. Don’t you dare cause trouble for your classmates again. From now on, you’re sitting alone in the back.” After I became the victim, no one remembered the terrible things Tiffany’s father had done when he was alive. Everyone only remembered that my dad was a murderer. Countless dark, lonely days, I just pushed through them on my own. But I never expected Tiffany to reappear. Julian, my boyfriend, I’d never told him about my past. Now, he must know, right?
It felt like waiting for a death sentence. I picked up my phone countless times, wanting to call him, but terrified of him calling me. Knowing his personality, he’d definitely come to get answers. But by the evening of the next day, he still hadn’t made a move. Restless, I grabbed the half-empty trash bag and headed downstairs. Just my luck, I bumped right into Julian. My heart lurched. I forced myself to stay calm, opening my mouth in the most normal tone I could muster. “Hey, you’re here? Have you eaten? What do you want? Cook at home or go out?” But no matter how composed I tried to be, I could feel the change in him. I couldn’t ignore it. I tried to act nonchalant. “What’s wrong? You look preoccupied.” Julian gazed at me, his expression complex. “Is there something you’re hiding from me?” My stomach dropped, but I still feigned ignorance. “What are you talking about?” “Ugh, what are you waiting for, Julian? Just ask her if her dad really is a murderer!” A sharp female voice cut through the air from nearby. I frantically looked over. Even after all these years, I recognized her instantly: Tiffany. Julian turned to her, displeased. “Are you stalking me?” So, they’d already met? I couldn’t stay calm anymore. My composure shattered, and I instinctively stumbled back a few paces. “Tiffany!” “Well, well, still remember me, Quinn?” She smiled at me, just like she had over ten years ago. “Yeah, your dad killed mine. Guess you’re never gonna forget me, huh?” Forget? No, I could never forget. She once grabbed my hair and held my head under ice-cold water. She once locked me in a pitch-black warehouse for an entire night. She once cornered me, grinning maliciously as she made everyone line up to slap me. … There was too much. I’d never forget any of it. I managed a stiff smile. “Long time no see.” Tiffany strolled closer, her gaze dismissive. “Yeah, it’s been a while. And you’re still living so comfortably! Don’t you feel any guilt seeing me?” I clenched my fists. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Then, Julian spoke calmly. “I don’t want to see you anymore.” Tiffany smirked at me, raising an eyebrow. “Hear that? He doesn’t want to see you. If you know what’s good for you, get lost!” But this was my apartment building. I seemed to have lost my ability to speak, unable to form any explanation or rebuttal. Until I heard Julian’s voice again. “I was talking about you. Can’t you understand plain English?” I looked up, seeing him direct a look of utter disgust at Tiffany. Tiffany froze, then shrieked in disbelief. “Are you insane?! Everything I told you today meant nothing?! Quinn’s dad is a murderer! He killed my dad!” Julian merely stated, his voice even. “Her father was the murderer, not her.”
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