AN: So this chapter is not long. Honestly I don't think I could have made this longer since I was focusing on one thing only. Next Chapter will be the last one and that one should be a lot longer than this one. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I hope to see you all in the next one.

I DO NOT OWN A DAMN THING.

Enjoy.

Chapter 20

*Click-clack*

That is all that could be heard into the home.

*Click-clack*

The sound of her heals hitting the white marble floor. She wasn't worried about sneaking or being quiet since no one was home. No one but the one person she had came for.

Jazmine cried the whole night as she watched the ambulance carry her dead friend. It had dawned on her that Chibi was dead as soon as they covered her face just like they had did Jeremy's. Chibi's mom had just arrived and she was bawling two time more than Jazmine.

"My baby girl! Why!? Why her!?" She cried as she tried to go up to her daughter, a cop stopped her.

"Ma'am this is a crime scene and I can't let you in."

Jazmine looked away as she wiped the fresh tears. She was scared to confront the woman but she knew that her best friend's mom had the right to be here and know what had happened. Jazmine swallowed her fear and walked up to the officer.

"She has the right to be here. Her daughter was involved."

The cop stared at Jazmine for a minute until he finally decided to let the woman in. Jazmine waited for the slap or punch or whatever, but it never came. Instead she felt warm and safe for once in this whole day. Chibi's mom was hugging her. Jazmine was shocked but soon hugged back. They cried simultaneously.

She walked along the large hallway until she reached a white door. She inhaled and exhaled before entering the door.

"Jazmine listen to me it was not your fault. Cheyenne would not want you to blame yourself. The person at fault was that bastard that raped you and killed my daughter."

Jazmine wiped her tears but more came out.

"Ms. Moore It was my fault...If I...If I would have accepted her help...your daughter...would be alive..." Jazmine said in between sobs.

Ms. Moore hugged the girl and pat her puffy hair.

She walked in the room. She was dressed in a tight black leather vest, tight black leather pants and red heals. She held a silver brief case with her. Her long curly hair swayed with her every movement.

It had been a few days since Chibi and Jeremy died and both funerals were scheduled on the same day. Jazmine was furious that they had scheduled Jeremy's funeral on the same day as Chibi's. She was dressed in a short black dress with a black cardigan over it. Jazmine walked up to the casket that had already been lowered to the ground. She spat in it.

"I hope you rot in hell." She said.

She watched the lady sleep peacefully for a while until she finally decided to set her brief case on a small table. She pulled out the syringe and the liquid she needed.

Jazmine's tears were gone at this point. She wasn't sad , she was furious. Out of all the things that bastard uncle did to her she hated him the most for this. He took away her virginity unwillingly but that did not compare to him taking away the only person that actually gave two shits about her while she was depressed. The person that stayed by her side in this fucked up small town. No nothing compared to that.

"I fucking hate you, you fucking bastard!"

She grabbed the gasoline bottle she had brought with her and poured it in the grave. Luckily no one was around, but if they were she wouldn't have stopped. She poured it until the tank was light and empty.

"Rot in hell you asshole." She said before lighting a match and tossing it into the deep hole.

She didn't even look at the raging fire, instead of looking at it she walked away. She had to go pay her respects to who truly deserved it now.

She stared at the syringe that was now loaded with secobarbitol. It took a year and a lot of searching and infiltrating to finally get her hand on the lethal injection. But it didn't matter now, all that matter was that her plan was going to work.

She watched them lower her best friend's casket. This was her chance to say goodbye forever. Ms. Moore was standing beside her. The lady squeezed Jazmine's hand in assurance but Jazmine knew that she felt the same, Chibi was her daughter and only child.

"Cheyenne, no, Chibi. You were truly a great friend and I wish you were still here. I only got to spend two years with you but they were a great two years for me and you. You will forever be my friend and sister and I will never forget you." A few tears came out.

Ms. Moore cried as well.

Jazmine had to excuse herself. She walked away from the grave site and looked up at the sky.

"And I will make sure that no one goes trough that experience again."

That was the day Jazmine had vowed to Chibi and herself that she would get revenge for everyone that has been abused and raped.

And now here she stood inside Martha's sister home staring at her aunt. Her heals clacked on the marble floor as she walked over to the bed where Martha was sleeping. Jazmine gently woke the woman up.

"Who? Jazmine?!" She asked in confusion and shock.

Jazmine nodded her head.

"What?Why?How?"

Martha had now saw the long syringe in her niece's hand.

Jazmine followed her gaze.

"Don't worry Martha, you will go out peacefully, unlike the others."

After Jeremy she had murdered Mr. Cooper, the cop that had denied her escape and raped her as well. His death was just as violent as Jeremy's except that for his she had planed it and made sure no evidence were left behind.

"Jazmine please I'm sorry I was in love an I-"

"I understand. That's why I'm going to kill you peacefully. You still hurt me nonetheless but I know how it feels to love someone with your all."

Martha looked behind Jazmine, she hoped her sister would be back or her nephew.

"There not coming back soon, Helen is at boot camp and Johnathan is at a study session."

"How? Have you been spying on us?"

"Only for a few weeks, sorry but I had too."

Jazmine knew that Martha's sister wouldn't be back anytime soon and she knew that after study hall her nephew liked to go hang out with his friends.

Martha looked at the door again.

"Try to escape and I'm going to hurt you,bad. I have the time you know."

The woman wanted to cry. It had been three years since she had seen her niece and she never thought she would see her again, especially like this.

"Are you ready?" Jazmine asked after she had sighed heavily.

"No! Help! Help-"

Jazmine tapped the woman's mouth shut with her hand.

"This will not hurt, I promise."

She injected the needle into the woman's arm and watched her slowly loose consciousness. Martha had fell back onto her bed. She looked to be sleeping but Jazmine knew the woman was now dead. She had doubled the dose that it would normally take to kill someone. She tucked her aunt in. She felt bad for whom would find her but it had to be done.

Jazmine walked out of the house with the brief case in hand. She got into her car and drove into a highway. She was on her way to her final destination.

Maryland, Woodcrest.