Okay, I have decided this: I AM ENDING THIS STORY

So this is GOING TO BE THE LAST CHAPTER

Go on my profile to find out why.

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"This isn't the full reason you did this to me," I said. "I'm not stupid."

"I would argue with the last part but you are right on the first part. I have other reasons."

"You want me to tell you that you are right about Peter killing Todd?" I guessed.

"I like being right," she smiled.

"Well, its not going to happen because it didn't happen and my answer is not going to change."

"It will eventually because I know I am right and I think I found a way to prove my case."

"How?" I asked.

"If I would tell you now, you would think I was insane. I'm getting back up information."

"And when will I expect to hear this way to prove your case?" I laughed.

"Not for a while Todd's family is suing us," she said looking around. Someone is embarrassed.

"Why?" I asked.

"Their son went missing, on account of another family. They are going to sue somebody. He just happened to be my family's responsibility. But when I prove it was Peter's fault, my family will be off the hook," she smiled.

"Right, good luck with that. Actually I take my luck back. So what else do you want?"

She smiled. "You know me so well. I have some questions and some conditions."

"So, let me get this straight. You broke your arm and gave yourself a black eye. You clam false charges on my family and your making me answer questions, for you to drop the charges?"

"Yes," she replied.

The police officer came back into the room with more officers. "The room is bugged. I thought I told you," I laughed.

She was sitting there, speechless. "Chelsea Houston, can you come with us?" said the officer.

Chelsea stood up and fallowed one officer while another trailed her. She was really mad. She looked at me and she stuck her tongue out at me. That was the last time I saw, Chelsea Houston.

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So that's it. It wasn't the best chapter and it wasn't supposed to be. This chapter has horrible writing mistakes all over it, I know, and I don't want to hear about them. I barely even edited it. I fixed the ones that popped out to me but nothing more. This is, what I think, is my least favorite chapter. But it is also my favorite because I am ending it.

This wasn't the way I was going to end it so it is a little confusing, more like a lot. Half of it I wrote thinking I was going to continue, the other half was when I knew I was ending it. I just want this story done.

Goodbye!