I Died, I Saw the Plot Twist, I Came Back - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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"The Jenner name is ruined. They raised their daughter to be some rich man's plaything and a gold-digging socialite."
I'd endured this humiliation twice before - first at my wedding when Jeremy publicly left me at the altar for Lindsay, giving my grandmother a fatal heart attack and turning our family into Riverside City's favorite punchline. Then again at my funeral, when Shawn couldn't even wait for my casket to be lowered before proposing to Lindsay. My entire existence had been one long joke.
Now, watching my grandmother hyperventilate as she stared at those doctored photos, déjà vu hit me like a freight train. Her face flushed crimson, fingers trembling against the offensive images.
"Sarah would never!" she gasped.
Panic shot through me as bystanders recoiled like I carried the plague. Only Jeremy and Shawn stepped forward - Jeremy taking the wheel while Shawn helped me bundle grandmother into the car. The irony wasn't lost on me; my tormentors playing heroes.
"Another thirty minutes and she wouldn't have made it," the ER doctor said.
I barely registered my thanks before pulling up hospital security footage. There she was - Lindsay swapping the photo frames like some cheap soap opera villain. My fingers hovered over the police hotline when two familiar hands grabbed me.
"It was just a prank!" Jeremy hissed. "You'd really destroy Lindsay over this?"
Shawn physically shielded her behind him, shoving me hard. "Enough, Sarah! Your grandmother's fine, isn't she? Newsflash - where there's smoke, there's fire. If these rumors exist, you probably earned them."
Their words bounced off me now. But Jeremy's grip tightened as he leaned in, voice dripping with menace. "No lawyer will touch this case against our families. And that ventilator keeping Grandma alive? One call and it gets unplugged. Three... two..."
I collapsed to my knees, tears burning tracks down my face as Shawn smashed my phone against the tiles. Glass shards bit into my skin, but his icy glare hurt worse. "You'll never lay a finger on Lindsay again."
The numbness lasted until their footsteps faded. Then two lifetimes of grief erupted - every childhood promise, every whispered "I love you" revealed as lies. Only the scars remained real.
I became a hospital ghost for days, jumping at every beep of grandmother's monitors. Lindsay's gloating texts kept coming - photos of her bungee jumping in Bali with "our" boys, living "our" dreams. I blocked her with shaking fingers.
Then two strangers in white coats appeared. "We're with the medical corps," the taller one said. "Your grandmother's in good hands."
The realization hit like cold water - my deployment date had arrived. I trashed every memento from Jeremy and Shawn's toxic "friendship" before boarding that plane without a backward glance.
Those boys were never my knights in shining armor. If the Jenner name would rise again, I'd be the one to rebuild it - one bloody brick at a time.
I'd endured this humiliation twice before - first at my wedding when Jeremy publicly left me at the altar for Lindsay, giving my grandmother a fatal heart attack and turning our family into Riverside City's favorite punchline. Then again at my funeral, when Shawn couldn't even wait for my casket to be lowered before proposing to Lindsay. My entire existence had been one long joke.
Now, watching my grandmother hyperventilate as she stared at those doctored photos, déjà vu hit me like a freight train. Her face flushed crimson, fingers trembling against the offensive images.
"Sarah would never!" she gasped.
Panic shot through me as bystanders recoiled like I carried the plague. Only Jeremy and Shawn stepped forward - Jeremy taking the wheel while Shawn helped me bundle grandmother into the car. The irony wasn't lost on me; my tormentors playing heroes.
"Another thirty minutes and she wouldn't have made it," the ER doctor said.
I barely registered my thanks before pulling up hospital security footage. There she was - Lindsay swapping the photo frames like some cheap soap opera villain. My fingers hovered over the police hotline when two familiar hands grabbed me.
"It was just a prank!" Jeremy hissed. "You'd really destroy Lindsay over this?"
Shawn physically shielded her behind him, shoving me hard. "Enough, Sarah! Your grandmother's fine, isn't she? Newsflash - where there's smoke, there's fire. If these rumors exist, you probably earned them."
Their words bounced off me now. But Jeremy's grip tightened as he leaned in, voice dripping with menace. "No lawyer will touch this case against our families. And that ventilator keeping Grandma alive? One call and it gets unplugged. Three... two..."
I collapsed to my knees, tears burning tracks down my face as Shawn smashed my phone against the tiles. Glass shards bit into my skin, but his icy glare hurt worse. "You'll never lay a finger on Lindsay again."
The numbness lasted until their footsteps faded. Then two lifetimes of grief erupted - every childhood promise, every whispered "I love you" revealed as lies. Only the scars remained real.
I became a hospital ghost for days, jumping at every beep of grandmother's monitors. Lindsay's gloating texts kept coming - photos of her bungee jumping in Bali with "our" boys, living "our" dreams. I blocked her with shaking fingers.
Then two strangers in white coats appeared. "We're with the medical corps," the taller one said. "Your grandmother's in good hands."
The realization hit like cold water - my deployment date had arrived. I trashed every memento from Jeremy and Shawn's toxic "friendship" before boarding that plane without a backward glance.
Those boys were never my knights in shining armor. If the Jenner name would rise again, I'd be the one to rebuild it - one bloody brick at a time.
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