Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 21: Picture

Chapter 21: Picture

- Glyndon Walton: (Song of the Chapter: u. By niteboi, instrumental Intro)

It’s Friday, and I feel like a ghost of myself. I didn’t sleep at all last night.

Every time I tried to close my eyes, fear would jolt me awake, like a silent alarm going off in my head.

My heart raced at every little noise. I was terrified that the shadow I saw in my nightmares—and even in real life—would somehow slip into my house, creep into my room, and... do something.

I didn’t know what. I didn’t want to imagine it. But the fear sat heavy in my chest, refusing to let me rest.

The pictures. God, those pictures.

I couldn’t leave them on my bed where I’d found them last night.

I put them in a box, shoved them deep into my closet, and locked the door, making sure to hide the keys so that nobody would be able to find them... Hopefully.

Burning them wasn’t an option—Clara would see the smoke or smell it and ask questions I couldn’t answer.

Throwing them out? Too risky. What if someone found them in the trash? I couldn’t take that risk.

Hiding them felt like the safest choice, though it didn’t feel safe at all.

I’m scared to sleep, I’m scared to move, I’m scared of looking outside and finding the shadow of that person standing at the gate, watching me.

By the time 6 a.m. rolled around, I gave up on trying to sleep and dragged myself out of bed.

I could not help but look around my room, with fear eating up my heart.

My body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, but I pushed through the motions.

I headed to my bathroom, taking a quick shower while opening my eyes to look around me every now and then, fully expecting the shadow to be in my bathroom watching my every move.

I put on my school uniform, blow-dried my hair, and plastered my face with makeup to hide the dark circles under my eyes.

I didn’t want anyone to think something was wrong and start asking questions that I did not want to give the answer to.

No one could know.

Just as I grabbed my backpack, my phone buzzed, my heart dropped, and my legs almost failed me.

The stalker?

I grabbed my phone with shaky hands and sighed in relief when it was just Alex letting me know he was waiting for me in the car.

Of course, it was Alex. Thank God.

I picked up the call, my voice flat, and told him I’d be out in a second.

I rushed downstairs without bothering to have breakfast because I had no appetite and felt like I would throw up if any type of food touched my tongue today.

I slipped into his car, managing a weak "Hi." He greeted me back with his usual warmth, kissed me like everything was fine, and we drove to school.

But nothing was fine. The whole drive, my thoughts were spinning, tangled up in a thousand impossible questions.

The shadowy figure in front of my house. That person was even able to sneak into my room.

I’m not safe anywhere.

The photos I couldn’t throw away. The shadow I saw standing on the second floor of the mall yesterday, watching me.

At some point, Since I couldn’t talk to anyone about this, I’m not even sure if I’m just imagining that shadow or if it’s real...

They had spoken to me, and told me which panties to pick... what? Panties? Of all things. My skin crawled just thinking about it.

I wanted to go to the police. I should go to the police. But the thought of that stalker releasing those pictures—or worse, the video of me moaning Kathrine’s name—paralyzed me.

What if going to the police made everything worse? No. No one could know. The only thing I could do was keep quiet.

As Alex parked the car in the school lot, our friends immediately gathered around, launching into their usual chatter.

They were laughing, talking about everything from last night’s hockey game to weekend plans, and I just stood there, barely processing any of it.

My mind was stuck in a loop, replaying last night’s fear, the shadowy figure, and those pictures.

I didn’t hear much of what anyone was saying, but Alex must’ve noticed.

He slid an arm around me, his touch meant to be comforting, though it barely registered.

The conversation buzzed around me like static until it was interrupted by the deafening roar of engines.

Everyone stopped mid-sentence, heads snapping toward the sound. A group of motorcycles pulled into the parking lot, eight of them in total, each a different color and brand.

The rumble echoed off the nearby buildings, drowning out every other noise.

Motorcycles weren’t unusual at our school, since Kathrine rides her bike to school almost every day but this was something else entirely. These weren’t the typical bikes we’d see. These were louder, sleeker, and somehow more intimidating because of the number.

People started whispering as the bikes rolled to a stop, parking side by side like some kind of coordinated display.

The riders moved as one, dismounting and pulling off their helmets in a way that felt almost theatrical like they were used to drawing attention.

And then I saw her—Kathrine. She wasn’t riding her usual purple bike, though.

No, she was on something bigger, a beast of a motorcycle that looked like one of those Harley-Davidson 48.

She swung off the bike like she owned the place, her leather jacket catching the morning sunlight.

The others with her were just as striking. Kathrine’s original purple bike, there were two guys riding it, both tall and broad-shouldered, their movements casual but sharp, like they didn’t miss much.

Three more bikes had single riders, all guys, each of them with their style but somehow coordinated.

Then there were two more bikes, each ridden by a girl, their helmets matching their sleek leather jacket.

They gathered together near their bikes, talking and laughing like they were the only ones in the parking lot, completely ignoring the fact that every pair of eyes was on them.

The air felt heavier, the whispers growing louder around me. I couldn’t look away. This wasn’t just Kathrine showing up. This was Kathrine making a statement.

Kathrine and her new friends headed into the school without a glance in our direction, their confidence cutting through the stares and whispers like a blade.

I stood frozen as Alex muttered under his breath, loud enough for our group to hear. "Looks like the freak finally found some friends. Freaks just like her." The venom in his words struck hard, everyone around us burst out laughing as if it were the funniest thing they’d ever heard.

Their laughter echoed in my ears, sharp and cruel, making my stomach churn. I forced a tight smile, but inside, I felt hollow.

Usually, I would’ve also laughed, but with everything that has been going on in my life with the stalker, I just couldn’t.

I couldn’t even fake laughter.

We eventually made our way inside. Alex gave me a quick kiss and said he’d see me later, heading off to his class while I trudged to biology.

The morning passed in a blur of meaningless lectures and half-heard conversations.

My mind was too preoccupied with a storm of fear and questions to focus on anything else. When the lunch bell rang,

I packed up my books and stepped out into the hallway, only to find chaos waiting for me.

The hall was alive with noise—students running around, laughing, whispering, and huddling over their phones.

Some looked shocked, their faces pale, while others wore sly, knowing grins.

The mix of reactions made my chest tighten. Something was happening, something big, and I had no idea what.

But a deep, instinctive dread settled in my stomach, and I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I barely had a chance to gather myself when Alex and the rest of our group came rushing toward me, their faces lit with excitement.

One of them blurted out, "You have no idea what just happened. A picture of that lesbo with some girl in the shower got leaked."

My heart dropped. No. No, no, no. My entire body went cold as panic gripped me. I wanted to run, to disappear, but my legs refused to move.

Alex pulled out his phone, grinning like it was some kind of joke, and showed me the picture.

Our friends were talking, still laughing, but their voices faded into static as I stared at the screen.

It was Kathrine in the shower, dressed in her uniform, her face visible. Next to her was another figure—me.

My whole body was blurred, my face unrecognizable, but it was me. I knew it because This is one of the pictures the stalker left on my bed.

The only difference is that this one is blurred, while the ones I have at home aren’t.

I could feel the walls closing in around me as relief and terror fought for control in my chest.

My phone vibrated, I looked at the screen, a message from the same unknown number.

Do you think Alex would’ve been laughing as hard as he is now if the picture was not blurred?

My identity was hidden, but for how long? What did they want from me? Why did they post this picture? Was it to scare me? To torture me? They were succeeding.

I wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for it all to stop. But I couldn’t. I just stood there, trembling, as everyone moved around me, laughing and gossiping.

Even Alex and our friends didn’t notice how pale I’d gone.

For a moment, it felt like the entire school was staring at me, laughing at me.

I wanted to vanish, to hide somewhere no one could ever find me. But there was no escape.

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