What was Cheyenne thinking before she killed herself? An Inside Look…

Cheyenne POV

Disclaimer: Kate Brian owns the characters in this story, not me.

Minutes after Cheyenne was expelled…

Tears spilled over my cheeks as I went through my photo album, starting from the most recent picture to the earliest ones I had. What had gone wrong? What did I do to deserve this? In a day, I would be forced out of Billings with all my bags, never to see it again.

I almost smiled while I looked through all the pictures Tiffany had taken of us. Then I flipped the page, and more tears began to form.

There it was: a photo of Reed and me, smiling and posing with each other as if we were BFFs. I gently wiped away a tear. Reed. It must have been her. How could it not have been? Anger welled in my heart as I stared at the picture. She revealed everything to Cromwell. After all, hadn't she threatened to do so?

I stood up and told myself it couldn't have been Reed. Reed loved to argue against me, but I knew she would never hurt me…or the rest of her Billings sisters like this. Reed, my most respected enemy. I was hard on her, I fought against her, but it was all for Billings. Reed was what Billings needed. I could see that. But she needed to be hardcore, and I had gotten her there. In the end, she had become my enemy. I had put up a good fight. In the end, she had won…or had she?

My hands reached for the photo album, and with my trembling hands, I removed the picture of Reed and me and placed it on my table. Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. I began to break down and sob. Billings was my home. I would never leave Billings. Never. A plan was forming in my head. A plan to stay in Billings and never leave.

I heard someone knock on my door. "Cheyenne? Cheyenne?" Portia's voice called. I sniffled, wiped my face with a tissue, and put on a strong face. Through all this, I had to be strong. I was still their president, after all, and I did not want them to see my cry. I didn't want to give Reed that satisfaction. "Come in," I called hoarsely.

Portia stepped in and gave me a hug. "Honey, I'll do something. My father can sue Easton. Come on, Cheyenne, cheer up." I smiled weakly. It was the first time I had heard Portia speak a few phrases without any abbreviations.

"No…no…it's okay. I'll be fine," I whispered back. I dared not tell her about my plan. If she knew, she would freak, and I would never be able to carry it out.

"Are you sure? You don't look too good."

"Yes, I'll be fine. It's all for the good of Billings, right? You can follow Reed around now." My sentence was ended bitterly.

Portia smoothed my hair and rolled her eyes. "We'll always love you Cheyenne. We'll never forget you." She paused. "That Cromwell is such a SFA," she said with contempt. I smiled and didn't answer or attempt to ask what SFA meant.

The photo album was open to the beginning. There was a picture of a pale girl and me, posing like Reed and I in the other photo on my desk.

Ivy.

I gulped and slammed the photo album shut. Portia raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything. We were silent for a while; so silent we were able to hear the gasps of our Billings sisters in the other room. I wondered what punishment they were getting, and I was actually sad that I wasn't there with them, getting the same punishment. If I was in there, it meant I was still a Billings girl. That I wasn't expelled. I hope Reed finally realized what she had done. How horrible she was for doing this to me.

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