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boots. My favorite pajamas. Even my black dress shoes that hurt my feet. Everything. It was all torn to pieces.
All I could think about was how lucky I was to have been wearing my Keds. I was never going to take them off again.
“Seriously, what the hell happened?” Kennedy asked as she wandered toward the mess. She lifted up a pair of designer jeans. “They look like they were cut with scissors.”
“What?” I walked up and looked down at the mess. The rips were precise. Perfect. Planned.
“Oh no, Sissy,” Isabella said from behind us with zero shock in her voice.
Kennedy and I both spun around to look at her.
She was holding a tiny, fluffy white dog in her arms. The smile on her face was eerily calm. She slowly stroked the fluffy dog like a psychopath as her smile grew. “Sir Wilfred must have accidentally gotten into your room.”
“Sir Wilfred?” I asked. Had she had a secret dog this whole time? I hadn’t heard a single bark.
“Yes, isn’t he such a cutie pie?” She scratched behind his ears.
“When did you get a dog?”
“I got him this morning as a reward for my good behavior. Daddy always lets me get whatever I want when I’m good. Because he loves me the most.”
I was going to be sick.
Isabella walked farther into my room. Just her standing here made the room feel less safe. She was invading my space. And I knew for a fact it wasn’t the first time. A dog didn’t do this. Like Kennedy had said, it looked like my clothes had been cut into perfect pieces with scissors. They hadn’t been shredded by dog claws and teeth. I’d been right. Isabella was trying to sabotage me. But why’d she even bother asking what dress I was wearing when she was planning on ruining everything and blaming it on an innocent dog?
Isabella lifted up what was left of the emerald green dress I’d described to her the other day at dinner. “Sissy, your homecoming dress is ruined. And all your other dresses too.” She dropped the dress on top of my other shredded clothes. “I guess you can’t go to homecoming after all.” She shook her head like she was actually upset. The smile on her face was proof that she wasn’t. “What. A. Shame. Oh well.” She turned to walk away.
“You’re such a bitch,” Kennedy said. “These clothes were cut with scissors. Obviously.” She picked up a shirt that was cut in half. “You did this.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“If the shoe fits.”
Isabella continued to pet her dog. “At least I have shoes. It looks like Sir Wilfred got to all of Brooklyn’s.” She stifled a laugh. “Such a shame. Wait, what are you even doing here, Kennedy?” A vicious smile spread across her face. “Daddy!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Daddy there’s an intruder!”
“Stop yelling,” I hissed. I could handle all my clothes being destroyed by a monster. What I couldn’t handle was getting Kennedy kicked out and Miller fired. What the hell had I been thinking bringing Kennedy here? Of course we’d be caught. “Please, Isabella, I’ll do whatever you want. Go tell your dad that everything’s fine. Tell him not to come up.”
“Whatever I want?” she asked.
“Anything. Please.”
But it was too late.
Mr. Pruitt was standing at the door with a frown on his face.
Chapter 24
Saturday
“Sorry, Daddy,” Isabella said with a smile. “Everything’s fine. It’s just Brooklyn’s friend. I was mistaken.”
He didn’t seem to care what she said. “Where is Miller?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I snuck Kennedy in on my own though. It wasn’t his fault.” I stepped in front of Kennedy as if that would save her from his wrath.
“Not his fault? It’s his job to watch you 24/7.”
Miller was watching me 24/7? What? I tried to shake away his comment. That wasn’t important right now. “I’m sorry I snuck her in,” I said. “But…”
“Did your little friend do this?” he asked and gestured to my destroyed clothes.
“What? Of course Kennedy didn’t do this. It was like this when we got here. It was…”
“It was Sir Wilfred,” Isabella said, cutting me off. She gave me a death stare. I didn’t dare contradict her when she was staring at me like that. I’d heard Mr. Pruitt loud and clear the other day. Isabella had murdered people before. I think. And I just wanted to go to homecoming, not land six feet under.