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“The Bitch is Back”

Chapter 1. Uber Fucking Mondo Pissed

I woke up in darkness. The space all around me was walled in so that I couldn’t even raise my arms in front of me. There was no air to breathe, just darkness. What the fuck?! I began to panic…. Why was I lying down? Yeah, I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now.. cut me some slack, I’m just a 17 year old cheerleader…. Or was anyway, the hottest one on the squad. And by the way, I say “Fuck” a lot. So, if you’re offended, thank your parents for raising a pussy.

Yes sir, I was buried six feet under. Now the next obvious questions are “Was I buried alive or was I already dead” and “Why was I, the Captain of the cheerleading team buried six feet under ground?” Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re just feeling so sorry for me right? I’ll bet you’re just so smug there thinking Stuck-up cheerleader probably got what she deserved.” I didn’t ask for this. It just… happened. I’m coming to terms with it.

Truth be told, it was a little fuzzy at first. When I woke up the memories came flooding back… Pieces to a puzzle. I saw the guys who grabbed me and pulled me into the molesto-van. I remember the pain, the tearing, the blood and the rage. Most of all, I remember thinking “I want my Mommy. Please take my pain away! Please Mommy!” Yeah, I know…. Coolness points out the window but no matter how tough you are, you always wish for your Mother in the end.

From what I gathered from all of the memories, I was Dead. I had been kidnapped, raped and strangled in the back of a smelly old van. I was left in a drainage ditch under a highway, like someone’s trash. This was not how my life was supposed to turn out. I was going places! I was supposed to go to college, get married, have two kids and a cute little dog… I was supposed to be the fucking prom queen. Instead, I became just another statistic. A victim of lust and envy at the hands of a few of my fellow King William High classmates. Lust and Envy, two of the best seven deadly sins. Another tragic death…. And I was Uber fucking mondo pissed!

If I was dead, then I couldn’t return to my parents. Or my little brother (or little bother as I referred to him). There was also my click. We were the fab four. At King William High, we were Gods. Everyone either wanted us or wanted to be us… sometimes I would wear something ridiculous just to see if anyone else would copy me and wear the same thing, like it was the new fashion. They always did. It was sort of cute and pathetic at the same time. Then there was Orion, my boyfriend. He was beautiful and athletic, Quarterback and Captain of the football team. We were a match made in Heaven. How could I return to them all? Besides, I probably looked like hell anyway. All The Walking Dead and shit. Or so I thought… When I really got a good look at myself later on, I realized that I was a pretty fucking hot corpse. By the way, nails and hair continue to grow even after death… Awesome right?!

It was when the full memory came back to me along with all the pain that I heard a woman’s voice. Lying there in what was obviously my coffin. “Tessa, you are being given a chance to right the wrongs done to you. You now hold the memory, the fire. I grant you the gift of resurrection to punish those responsible for your untimely death.”

I could not speak. I tried but nothing came out. I tried and tried to spit out one word.. one question..

“G..G..G..GOD?”

Although I couldn’t feel any pain, my voice didn’t seem to work right just yet. Probably best anyway. I would have had a zillion questions for her. She probably would have had second thoughts about bringing me back from the dead. I had the feeling that whoever this was didn’t need to hear my voice to know my questions.

“No, not God. Who I am is not important at this moment. Nothing or no one can hurt you now. You will feel no pain and cannot die until you finish your task… Revenge.”

I thought my next question instead of speaking “But what about my family? I need to see them!”

“No, it’s better they don’t see you. They wouldn’t understand. You’ve been gone for 3 months now. Tessa, you have been given a rare gift. Use it. Your life is over. Your death has just begun. You have a chance to take revenge on those who took it all away from you. First you must prove how much you want it. You must free yourself from this grave” the woman said. I couldn’t see her in the darkness but her voice was as real as a heart attack. As if she was lying next to me, all around me.

“You have 3 days to set the wrong things right. Then you must return to me and move on to the afterlife” she said. “The first name is Billy Jackson, a classmate of yours. Start with him.”

Billy Jackson… I had heard that name before at school. Probably just another nobody. Just another looser who wanted me and didn’t have the balls to even talk to me. No! Instead this mother fucker decides to kidnap me, rape me and murder me. Oh, his bitch-ass was mine now! They were all dead and didn’t even know it yet. You are about to read my story. The story of how I sent six shit-bags straight to hell. Yes, I said six. You are in for a wild ride sweetheart. You thought I was hell on wheels when I was alive? Honey, Satan doesn’t have shit on me! Look out fuckers…. I’m Tessa, your beautiful disaster.

The Bitch…. Is fucking Back.

“Revenge is a dish best served cold” -Old kingdom proverb.

Chapter 2. Pretty Fucking Salty if You ask Me It all started at King William High in the best city on earth…. San Antonio, TX. Yeah, I know but I’m telling the Goddamn story. When you tell a great fucking revenge story, you can call your city the best city on earth and have people call bullshit…. K? Life was sweet at the big KW. If you were one of the popular ones. It doesn’t rain good looks, money or charm on everybody. Just a lucky few. I suppose I was just one of those lucky girls who was born into the right family, went to the right school at the right time. Plus I had killer Red Hair and Legs that made everyone melt. They say us redheads don’t have souls… well, I can say that growing up I was teased a lot for being a ginger. It wasn’t until Jr. High that I realized just how powerful and beautiful my deep, firey red locks were. People seemed to be more fascinated by my looks. I didn’t have many freckles which apparently added to my beauty. I was tall for a girl, 5 foot 9. 