The Girl Who Sold Herself on Ebay

[37] Pop tarts and a pink post it note [final chapter]

If the ending does not make sense, read chapter four -rumors and rebellions. The last page specifically. 

I'm done anyway. I tried to tie up most things.. please tell me things that don't add up :) Hope you like it!

And most importantly: THANKYOU TO EVERYONE WHO'S READ THIS RIGHT TILL THE END! I can't believe you people are so amazing :) You went through my rages and depressing moments when I thought I couldn't finish. Couldn't have done it without you, I LOVE YOU ALL <3

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C H A P T E R  T H I R T Y - S E V E N. 

As psychotic as I looked crawling around on the ground ripping chunks of imaginary grass from the concrete, the cow thing actually worked, kind of. I mentally thanked myself for sitting through the news each night, as boring as it was, because that little side story really paid off. Who knew pretending to be a cow would be so influential? Sure there was that painstaking period of time when I had no idea if what I was doing was plain stupid or not, but it’s all I had so I thought I might as well give it a shot.

My act sort of played out as a domino effect, because the moment Jeddah saw me crawling around with nothing but the word ‘moo’ coming out of my mouth, she did the same. And before you knew it, mad cow disease had taken over and everyone had transformed into a herd of bos Taurus. Well, except the guys, who stood in front of us looking as confused as anything, and Eli who was still lying on the floor dying from peanuts. It was ridiculous really, the people who think they’re the strongest never really are. We took them out with peanuts and moos.

We stalled the guys long enough for Ethan to bust in heroically with a bunch of police officers. Well, followed them in anyway. The whole scene must have looked absolutely insane. A group of girls in studded leather and stilettos crawling around like a herd of cattle, our student teacher dying of peanuts in the other room, and a line of guys looking around like they had no idea what was going on.

Turns out, Ethan couldn’t deal with the guilt of handing me over to his brother to be auctioned off as a sex slave, so he called the cops and dubbed in not only his brother, but himself. He confessed to the drugs and his contribution to the kidnapping of all five girls, and after notifying the police of Eli’s location, he was immediately whisked away for questioning. The last thing he said to me, was “because you’re worth it.”

While the cops began seizing the boys for accusation of illegally drugging and their contribution to the unlawful seizing of the girls, I returned to Eli, just out of curiosity, to see he had swelled up like a balloon. He looked a mess, swollen, rashy and struggling to breathe. His fingers were shaking madly above his pocket, where an epinephrine autoinjector sat. I knew exactly what it was the moment I saw it, my dad used to have one the same for shellfish, he broke out in hives one night when we were out for dinner and mum had to use it on him. The whole night was embarrassing, really, with my dad having to be wheeled through the restaurant during peak dining time.

I only thought for a split second, before pulling the injector out immediately and jabbed it into the middle of his thigh. I was torn into two visions as I did it. One was me, being the bigger person and saving the villan with an injection of life, while the other was a vision of me stabbing him in the thigh with a knife; a stab wound big enough to let him slowly drain out until he dies. I swear I saw him smile as I did it. Maybe he was saying thanks, or maybe he was grinning deceitfully at me, the idiot who saved the bad guy. But, what if the allergy actually killed him? As bad as he was, I couldn’t live knowing I’d helped kill him. Just like I’d had the chance to run home and ditch Jeddah after Eli had slammed her foot in the car, or not bothered to try to convince Sydney to believe me that mr. post it note was bad. As mad as they made me, I couldn’t just leave them.