Chapter Thirty Six- Stealing My Sister's Husband

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Jenelle and I are still in the bathroom, alone, and it's not even the end of the sixth period yet

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Jenelle and I are still in the bathroom, alone, and it's not even the end of the sixth period yet. "Ugh, this is so boring," I groan.

Jenelle gives me a look, "would you rather be in class right now?"

I think about it for a minute and say, "well, I had class with Ryder and Josh, so I'd be with them right now, goofing around rather than sitting in some bathroom, knowing death is looming over my head."

"There would be no troubles if you just get the police involved."

"What will they do?"

"I don't know," she starts sarcastically, annoyed with me, "maybe find the person who's after you?"

"And how would they do that?"

She rolls her eyes, "you can give them the car's number, they can use the number to track back to the person who bought it. You can tell them about how you found files in Brian's dad's office. You can tell them about the texts you received before the party, and they can always trace the person through their phone. There's so many ways they can help."

I take a deep breath, knowing she's right, but I'll argue anyway. "Okay, but, what if the phone number is untraceable? What if the car is stolen and it's actually under some other person's name? Yeah, the office will be investigated, but like, what if the papers aren't even there anymore? And if the police decides to interrogate Brian's dad, he can easily act clueless, can't he? We have no proof whatsoever that we actually saw those files."

"Okay, the numbers are understandable, but like, the police can always go to your parents and check your birth certificates and all that," she replies.

"What if they never manage to find the person behind all of this?" I ask. More to myself than anyone but I still receive a reply.

She gives me a stern look, "those are just negative what ifs. Why're you thinking like that? What if they do find the person behind this? What if they do manage to help you?"

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