A/n: Disclaiming that I own nothing of the Clique nor the characters. Idea again from the book, "Hate List".

Wow, I couldn't resist writing another chapter immediately for this story. To say, that I could become obsessed with this story may be an understatement because I have always liked dark, twisted stories in some strange way. I actually began writing and completed it before realizing that what I wrote sounded more like the ending for this story so I am saving it until we reach that part in the story. That way I can re-edit it later and if I need to add on some more details. After I saved it, I began to write this, and my imagination kind of just roamed free, but it stays with the story. This may become my favorite chapter after it's all finished because there may or may not be some foreshadowing involved.

xoxo,

Haley.

It is Friday afternoon well to be precise it is two o'clock which means it is time for me to go and talk about my "problems". I hate, that I have to go and see Dr. Green for two hours every Friday, but it is apart of my "punishment". Dr. Green is a middle aged man, married with two grown children, and he is an avid horsemen. He is at least six feet tall with grey hair, green eyes paired behind black rectangle glasses, and he is fit for a fifty year old man.

My favorite thing about Dr. Green is that he has never forced me to talk, which is a relief when all my parents try to do is force to talk about the "incident". I can just sit on the black leather couch, and stare at the tan wall filled with family pictures, and his degree hanging in the center right behind his red mahogany desk while he sits in his swivel chair waiting for me to open up.

"Your mom tells me that you have gained some new friends, is that true?" He asked as soon as I sat down on the couch today.

Of, course my mother was thrilled to tell him about me gaining a new friend, because to her it meant that I was "normal" and not a "lunatic" like him. I swear, you tell your parent one little detail and the very next day, the whole world knows about your secret.

"She, just invited me to her sleepover, because it's probably her paying me back from stepping in front of Landon when he tried to shoot and kill her." I said discarding Alicia as a friend, because everyday I contemplated wether or not she is a friend or just thanking me for saving her life.

"Well, it looks like you will have to go to sleepover and find out if she is your friend or not."

"I guess, but I don't want her to only like me because I stopped Landon from killing her. I want her to like me for me, not for being that "hero" as so many people claim." I spilled my inner most feelings to him.

When I first started coming to see him, I would shut up like a calm and he would rant on and on about horses for the two hours before I was freed to go. It took me two weeks, before I began to open up a little bit more and start talking to him. At first, it was to shut him up about those god damn horses, but now it's to let go of the feelings I suppress.

"You are a hero, because not a lot of people could have done what you did." He encouraged for me to think positively, but I just guess he is doing it to make me feel less guilty for writing the list.

"I'm not a hero, I am guilty. Do you know that I haven't even gone to his grave or anyone else that had died that day? A hero, would have gone, but a guilty person wouldn't." I argued, because I'm sick of being called a heroine when I feel like a murder.

"You haven't gone, because you are still recovering from this tragedy. In time, you will be able to leave flower on their graves, because you will have the strength to carry on with your life," Dr. Green said as he moved his chair closer to the couch. He always did this, when the conversation became more deeper he would come over to me, and sit at my level to talk to me. It felt like I was talking to friend, and not a psychiatrist. "You will be able to move forward. You have so much to live for, and this was just an learning experience for you to grow from."

"I can't even face my old best friend, because Landon had to go and kill his sister. He hates me, and I hate me too," I paused as I felt the tears stream down my face and fall onto the couch. I hated crying, but lately this is what I've only done is crying a million tears trying to bring them back from the grave. It didn't work though. "I'm a murder."

"You couldn't have known what he was planning, and even the police told you that you couldn't have stopped him. He killed those people, not you." Dr. Green said comforting me, and it helped a little bit knowing he believed me.

Is it sad that I wished, I was his kid? I only wish this, because from the gecko, he believed me but my own parents still have trouble believing I had no idea about the shooting. I used to be their shining star, now I'm a dust bunny to them.

"I wish, my parents believed that I didn't kill anyone." I said quietly, but I knew he had heard me. The timer on his desk had rung, which meant that my session was over and I was freed to go.

"They'll come around." He said before, we parted ways and I walked back to my mom waiting in the waiting room.

As soon as we had got into the Range Rover and started to drive home; she was already on my case asking what had happened. She is so noisy, and I hate it.

"So, did you talk about how you were supposed to be our dinner guest but vanished to play soccer with Cam?" She asked intently, and I wanted so desperately to be over at Alicia's house right now far away from her.

"You signed a contract, and you cannot breech the contract even if I do tell you willingly. Anything said in that room remains between Dr. Green and myself." I said smugly, as I thought of how I outwitted her with a fancy contract.

"That's ridiculous, I am your mother." She exclaimed as she flailed her arms in the air.

I wanted to make a snarky remark, but I decided against it since I have to be on her good side if I want to go to Alicia's sleepover tonight. We didn't talk for the rest of the car ride home, and I jumped out of the car to pack my things for tonight, but was immediately stopped by my father when I entered our house.

"If you think, you are going to that sleepover, you are wrong." My father sneered as he towered over my small frame.

Why, did he have to be home? Why couldn't be at his mistresses's house fucking her brains out? I hated, when he came home to his "family" and started acting like he controlled my life even though he was absent throughout my teenager years.

"Mom said that I could go, and I already told Alicia that I could go so I am going end of discussion." I argued, and I tried to push past him up the stairs, but he didn't budge and instead I fell backwards on the marble floor.

"I have the final say in this household, and I say you can't go. Now, since you have left me no choice, you are to sleep outside and you are not permitted to come inside for any means. Understood?" My father asked, and I nodded my head knowing exactly what he meant.

This started, when I began my rebellion against him and he would get so angry that he would kick me out to our spa to sleep. I had to go to the bathroom out there which luckily it had a bathroom, and everything I needed. It was his worst kind of punishment that he could grant me without me threatening to call the police on him.

"Next time, I will pick a night that you're fucking your whore to go over to a friend's house, because obviously you don't care about your family then." I stabbed before, I ran out to the spa and locked the door.

I knew if he would take offense, he would come chase after me to "knock" some sense into me, but he also knew if he did that then it was admitting he had another woman in his life. I was used to this kid of treatment, and my mother? Well, she would always stand back and do nothing. She is too afraid of my father to stand up to him.

To Alicia:

Can't come, dad went off deep-end. Next time?

I quickly sent Alicia the text message telling her that I was not ditching her sleepover on purpose, and hoping there would be another I would be invited to.

From Alicia:

We'll come to you. Sneak in and sneak out before he notices?

I smiled happily at the devious text message, because it confirmed two things; Alicia is my friend, and two she isn't only doing this because I saved her life.

To Alicia:

Yes. I'm in the spa out back sneak through the woods and knock three times on the door.

I typed back fast, as I thought of the old path Derrick, Cam, and I had created for us to easily sneak into my spa without my parents ever knowing.

From Alicia:

Okay. See you soon.

I couldn't help, but wonder how long it would be until they arrived. I became nervous, because it meant they would want an explanation of why I was banned to the spa and not the guest house. I don't know if I'm ready to tell them this part of my life.

I stared down at my iPhone 4S and slowly scrolled through the contacts, before I found his name. I clicked on it to start a new message, and as my hand started to shake, I sent him a message.

To Derrick:

Dad, got angry and kicked me to the spa. Scared, wishing you were here.

Five minutes had passed, and he had not replied back. I don't know why I thought he would, but he is the only one besides Cam that had helped me through times like these. He knew who my father really was, and that is a monster.

Derrick had witnessed firsthand the wrath of my father when he was over at my house and we were just playing video games innocently. My father had come home, and immediately attacked me, because something didn't go right. He slapped me, right in front of my best friend.

I made Derrick, swear that he wouldn't tell anyone what he saw. It was very rare if my father actually had hit me, but it had happened occasionally especially when he was a drunk and had yet to sober up.

Those were the worst years of my life, because I was living in fear. I was afraid of my own father, and even though he isn't as scary, he is still my biggest fear of becoming someone like him. I also don't want to become a mute like my mother. I can't wait to graduate and get the hell out of this house, and out of this town for good.

I don't plan on coming back ever again, and I don't plan on even inviting my parents to my own wedding. You can be damn certain that they will not be involved in my future children's lives, because they won't even know I had any kids. I plan on becoming very successful then exploiting my father for the true person he is, and for my mother for being a coward.

It seems, like a cruel thing to do, but they didn't care if they raised a child in a household like theirs. I have no concern, but to bury them alive with their lies. My father used to be a great dad and my mother used to be a strong mom until life changed and now they are both weak.

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

Three knocks came from the opposite side of the door, I unlocked the door and opened it to find who was behind the other side.

Review it maybe? Cliff-hanger haha. All it takes is one review for me to upload the next chappie to suspend your suspense of who it is. Mostly, because I'm addicted to this story, what can I say? I love writing Massie having a hard life no one knows about.