#sassapis x fem!reader

[azurbright]

Hi!!!! I literally never thought I would find a blog that writes for Ghosts CBS, even though I am only up to mid Season 2 so I am jumping for joy rn you are doing the Lord's work and WONDERFULLY too!! ❤️❤️

Anyway, idk if you write for this but can you please do a fanfic of Sasspis having a crush on Fem! Ghost Reader who died in the last 50 years and is pretty laid back and bubbly. But he lowkey doesn't know what to do about it/handle it, since he has his whole 'cool kid' persona that he wears constantly, and his nonchalant 'flirting' isn't working (Cuz Reader is just living her afterlife and bro would literally treat 'hi' as flirting, we all saw the Tree episode 💀)

So it is basically Sas trying to flirt with her by basically just having a normal conversation, and accidentally blurts out his feelings in frustration when she doesn't pick up on any of his 'hints' then you can decide the ending, go wild >:)))

Yess absolutely!!! There just aren't enough Ghosts X Readers out there in the world. I've taken it upon myself to write them <3

Sassapis X Fem!Reader

No content warning other than Sass being the most cringe fail man that's ever existed. Don't worry, he gets the girl in the end.

I didn't have much time to write this before work, sorry it's a little short. And this is my first time writing Sass, so I really hope you like it.

You died recently... well, not exactly recently. You were the most recent ghost to have died, but it wasn't long after Trevor. You died in 2006. So before anything interesting happened but long enough to have more knowledge of technology than the rest.

So you've been here for a little less than twenty years, and you'd say your relationships with the other ghosts were quite good. You especially liked to hang out in big groups because that's just where you felt you belonged. You were happy you got to have this silly little family of friends for all of eternity.

There was one ghost, though, that you weren't sure even liked you. Sass, for the most part, only ever said "Hi" to you. And it's not like you weren't trying to talk to him. It's just when you would. He seemed to get all strange and figedty. You didn't really mind that much though.

Today was different, though. For some reason, while you were watching the television with Thor, he decided he wanted to strike up a conversation with you. "Hey." He smiled at you, an actual greeting.

"Hey Sass, how's it going." You respond your eyes still watching whatever it was on the TV.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old." He crosses his arms over his chest and glances off to the side nonchalantly.

"Right..." you say suspicious, "do you, need something?"

"Oh! Yes! Right, I was wondering," he pauses stuttering, "if you were doing anything later?"

You look up at him and cock your head to the side in confusion, "Yeah, Jay's cooking dinner tonight, we're all gonna be in there." Your eyes close at the idea of Jay's cooking. It always smells wonderful.

"Yeah okay, cool... cool." He then quickly scurries away.

You turn to Thor, who's laughing his ass off, "What was that about?" You giggle.

"Thor does not know, maybe Sass is trying to be friend." Thor continues to laugh.

"Yeah, you're right." You smile to yourself, honestly, you're glad that he's actually trying to come around.

Later that day, you're all in the kitchen smelling whatever it is Jay's making for dinner, and Sass is standing next to you. Weirdly close, but you didn't really mind.

"Hey." He smirks. You question to yourself if he's trying to look cool, because if anything he just looks a little silly.

"Hi, Sass. Are you enjoying the smell of the food?" You ask him, making small talk.

"Yeah, but I'm enjoying the smell of you more." He says.

"...sorry, what?" You turn and look at him laughing in confusion.

"Do you wanna walk the grounds, Jay's seems to be almost finished." He gestures towards the back door.

"Oh yeah, let me get Issac, he loves evening walks."

"No, no no no no," he says quickly, "just me and you."

You nod and start to walk towards the back door, "are you gonna murder me?" You joke.

"Definitely." He responds.

You two walk in silence for a while. At this point, you're really not quite sure what you're doing here. You like Sass, he's cool, but you were quite sure he hated you.

"So, how'd you die?" He asks you.

"You don't know?" You look up trying to remember all the details, he shakes his head, "uhm, well, basically the short of it is, In 2006, I was on a walk with my boyfriend, and he murdered me. And that's basically it, I'm like super over it, though." You laugh, "he was kinda shitty anyway, I don't think he even got away with it either"

"That's awful, dude. Wow" Sass seems to be in awe.

"Yeah, but, you know," you nudge him, "now I have you guys."

"That's so true. You could have me, all of me." Sass seems to blurt out.

"What?" You stop walking and turn to him.

"No, I mean," He seems to be trying to back track, "like, we could be something. Or not! We don't have to, we can just be friends. I've been weird to you, and I know that's weird, I'm weird. You're not weird, you're so nice, and you didn't even notice." He stops.

"Oh my god, this is embarrassing." He shutters.

"No, Sass, I just don't understand what you're saying." You say confused.

"I like you, I guess." He laughs nervously.

"Ohhhhh." You seem a little taken aback. This isn't a bad thing. You've always found Sass to be cute, but you genuinely thought he hated you. Now you realize it was just his stupid "cool guy" persona. "You goofball." You hit his shoulder.

"What does that mean." He looks at you.

"Nothing, just, here." You lean and kiss him on the lips. Only for a second before pulling back to see how he felt about it.

You weren't sure if he shut down or not, "Sass?"

"Please, do that again." He says quietly.

You laugh quickly and then step closer to him, putting your hands on both sides of his face. You tilt your head slightly and kiss him again, this time for a little bit longer, and he actually kisses you back. He hesitantly puts his hands on your waist. "Is that alright?" He asks you.

"Yes." You smile, and hug him tightly. "I'm just glad you don't hate me." You laugh again but this time relieved.

"I never hated you, sorry, I was just trying not to come on to strong."

"I don't think you came on strong enough." You both giggle together embraced in eachothers arms. It was fun, exciting, and different. You never thought you'd get to have anything like this ever again. It was exactly what the two of you needed. Eachother.

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The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 1)

Author's note: Due to a lack of Hetty x reader fics I decided to fix that. This will more than likely be a series! For future writings, I will take requests as well! Please don't be too upset with how i write because I'm still learning how to write for Hetty. We all know she's a simple yet complex lady. We learn as we go. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

warnings: fem!reader, hettyxreader

It was an accident when I stumbled upon the "Woodstone B&B "hiring ad". As a child visiting my grandmother, I remember riding my bike past the mansion. My grandmother used to take me trick or treating there, and the older woman who lived at the manor always gave the children king-sized candy bars.

After a near-death experience as a teen, I've been able to see ghosts. It began to happen on occasion before it became an everyday thing. I would pretend it wasn’t real and ignore every ghost I encountered. Unless they looked sorely out of place, I couldn't really tell if they weren't living anyway. Ignoring all of them had worked...at least up until I walked into the Woodstone B&B.

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“So is there a history convention in town or something?” I ask Sam teaches me the basics of the B&B website.

“Um no, why do you ask?” Sam questions nervously

“Because of the people in costume? Do you not see the Viking and Revolutionary officer in front of us?”

Sam gasps, “ Oh my gosh You can see them!?”

“She can see us?!” The two men ask.

“Am I not supposed to?” I asks

Sam quickly takes my hand and leads me into the living room. She has me sit and takes a seat in the spot next to me.

“What I’m about to say is going to seem absolutely insane,”

“Okay?” I say unsure of where Sam is taking this.

“This place is haunted, and everyone you see besides me and Jay are dead,” Sam explains

I didn’t mean to burst into laughter, but I did. How could something so absurd be true?

“My word what is all of this laughter about? Can you plebians be joyous outside of my napping hours,” a voice says

I turn to see a red-headed Victorian woman descend the main staircase. We both lock eyes and I feel as if time has stood still. My heart starts to beat a little faster and are my palms sweating? I could be mistaken but is that blush on the other woman's cheeks? "Can ghosts blush?" I ask myself

The redhead quirks and eyebrow before breaking the silence, “You can see me?”

Suddenly unable to speak I nod still looking into blue eyes.

“Hetty, this is (y/n). She is our new employee,”

“And she can see us? She’s not dead? How can you see us?”

Finally finding my words I reply, “I can see you, I’m not dead, and I’m not sure as to why I can see you but I can,”

“Did young girl fall and hit head like Sam?” The Viking asks

“I don’t remember falling recently,” I reply

“Have you always been able to see ghosts,” Sam turns and asks me.

“It’s a long complicated story, I’d rather not get into,” I say.

The redhead purses her lips not enthused by my answer. Soon I hear whispering of what I assume are the other ghosts.

“It’s okay guys, you can come out,” I say not sure of what could happen next.

Entering the room is a flapper, the Viking, the war officer, a hippie, an oversized Boy Scout, and a man without pants. My mind is filled with questions, but mainly I'm wondering why that man doesn’t have on pants. Before I can question his attire, Sam begins introducing everyone.

“There is one more of the main 8, his name is Sassapis, but we call him Sass. He’s out on a walk with Crash, our occasional headless ghost.”

“I see, well it’s nice to meet you all,” I say to them.

“Well go on tell us about your little cute self,” Alberta says “We want to know everything,”

“Well okay I’ve graduated college with a (insert major) degree, and my grandmother recently passed and left me with more money than I know what to do with. Which means I'm technically a heiress. I’m not sure I want to go into my field of work yet, that probably has something to do with my imposter syndrome. I’m an only child, my parents passed away when I was 19. Oh, I love jazz! I actually play piano and know almost all of the Jazz standards, my favorite pizza is pepperoni, and after reading a dystopian novel series I got into archery but that didn’t last long. Let’s see what else,” As I try to recall information I notice the redhead Victorian woman, Hetty looking at you. I begin to blush as I start my next sentence, “I was crowned queen at my senior prom, I love playing vintage Super Mario Brothers in my spare time, My favorite fish to cook is cod, I have a stuffed teddy bear named Daisy, and my favorite musical of all time is Hamilton,”

Isaac, the revolutionary war officer, scoffs and throws his hands up in exasperation while Hetty pats his shoulder while holding back a smirk.

“What about the juicy stuff, like do you have a significant other and have you ever killed someone?” Alberta asks.

“Oh well," I say a little overwhelmed, "I do not have a significant other, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. To answer your other question, I have not participated in a murder at least not to my knowledge,”

“Sam you have to keep her! She’s perfect for the job,” Flower says

“Except for the Hamilton thing,” Isaac says off the side.

“Plus she’s incredibly hot,” Trevor says. “Not like Tara Reid hot but she’s almost at your level Sam,”

Everyone rolls their eyes at his comment, “I find it best if you ignore his comments. He’s harmless ” The victorian woman who's the name I've learned is, Hetty, whispers in my ear and I try to ignore the sudden butterflies in my stomach. I don’t need to add attracted to a ghost to my resume.

“Well it seems like everyone is on board with you being here even though you were already hired. Why don’t we go back and get some training done,” Sam says heading back to the front desk.

I go to follow her, but I trip over my untied shoelace. Before I can hit the floor, I find myself caught by a pair of soft hands.

Everyone gasps, and I can tell it wasn’t from the fall.

“Did Hetty just catch a living?”

-end-

A/N: Oh I hope y'all don't hate it! This is the first fanfic I've written in about 11 years, so I'm a little rusty. As I said before this is the first part of this many-part series. I may even add this to AO3. Tell me what you think! Until later!

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The Heiress and the Lady of the House (part 6)

A/N: Yes you are looking at your feed correctly! I have updated this in less than twenty-four hours. With that said, the next few parts are going to be some of the last. There will be at least 2 to 3 more parts that will be added before this is finished! Enjoy part 6!

warnings: fem!reader, Hetty x reader,

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Hetty is woken up by the commotion downstairs. She stretches and sits up abruptly when she notices that you are not in bed with her. Hetty reminds herself that you had an appointment, so you were already gone by now. 

The commotion gets louder, and Hetty decides to find out what is going. She heads downstairs and sees the ghosts crowding around the wide-open front door. 

“What is with all the hollering?” Hetty asks. 

“Get her inside, and lay her on the couch,” Hetty hears Sam say. 

“I’ll call the paramedics,” Jay says and begins searching for his phone.

The ghosts quickly part themselves, and that sight that greets Hetty is enough to make her knees collapse. She sees Riley carrying your limp body inside and hurrying to put you on the couch. Nadine quickly rounds the corner and begins to strip you of your coat tossing it aside. 

“The paramedics are on their way,” Jay says, “ Has she woken up yet?”

Nadine continues to do her vitals check, and curses under her breath. 

“Damn it, she doesn't have a pulse,” Nadine says. Nadine rips off her own coat and quickly begins to perform CPR.

At that statement, Hetty moves to enter the room to be by your side, but she feels herself being held back. She turns her head to see, Trevor and Thor behind her. Unbeknownst to Hetty, the two decided that they should be the ones to hold Hetty back if needed. 

“Let go of me,” Hetty says trying to break from Thor’s grasp, “What are you two doing? I need to be in there!” 

“We cannot let you go out there, and you know that,” Trevor says

“Damn what I know! Let me go in there, we should all be in there,” Hetty tries once again,  but is held back once more. 

“Hetty, we cannot interfere right now! I know you want to be in there for her. We all do, but this is beyond any of our capabilities,” Trevor says and Hetty looks at him. Trevor looks truly panicked, and Hetty looks to see everyone’s faces, and they all wear the same expression of panic and worry. 

“Fine,” Hetty says, “I’ll stay put,” Thor lets go of his tight grip, but stays ready. He remembers Hetty being quite the evasive runner when she was a child. 

Hetty turns her attention back into the room, where you lay. All she can do is watch helplessly as Nadine continues to perform CPR. The ghosts are a bit startled when the paramedics rush in. They quickly get to work and replace Nadine’s efforts of CPR. They begin to ask questions, and Nadine answers them just as quickly as she is asked. 

Hetty feels sick as she watches your chest be pushed into the ground repeatedly and spring back up. Hetty wants so badly to turn away, but she also can not let you out of her sight again. The one time she was not awake to keep an eye on you…to protect you and this happens. 

“You said you wouldn’t leave me. Please breathe, (y/n).  Darling please I’m begging you. Do something! ” Hetty prays and begs to herself. 

“We got a pulse! Get her on the stretcher so we can transport,” The paramedic shouts. 

“Nadine and I will go with her, we’ll call all as soon as we know something,” Riley says. He knows that he is talking to more than just Sam and Jay even if he cannot see everyone. Riley and Nadine rush outside of the house behind the stretcher carrying you. 

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Sassapis and Sam enter the room that Hetty has been occupying since you were taken away this morning.

“Hetty, you’ve been staring out for hours. Would you like to sit?” Sam asks. 

“I am okay,” Hetty replies. 

“We got the call from Riley. I think you are going to want to sit for this,” Sass tells Hetty. 

Hetty turns from the window and sits down for the first time all day. 

“How is she?” Hetty asks

“She is stable, but they have her in a medically induced coma. They are not sure why her heart decided to give out all of sudden,” Sam says.

Hetty nods.

“It’s okay if you have more questions. The other ghosts told me that you two had started a relationship,” Sam says. 

“And you do not find that odd?” Hetty asks. 

“Me? Finding out that the dead aunt of 130 years and the newly hired heiress were in a relationship? The heiress that happens to be able to see and touch ghosts? No not odd at all. In fact it is very on par with what happens in this house,” Sam laughs lightly.

Hetty offers a smile at that but it is quickly replaced with the look of worry she’s worn all day. 

“I would give anything to be with her right now,” Hetty says letting the tears fall. Hetty quickly wipes the tears from her face.  

“Do we even know how this happened?” Sass asks.

“Riley and Nadine said that she came down this morning, made a couple of jokes, and when they passed the gate she passed out. When they couldn’t wake her up, they turned the car around and brought her inside,” Sam explains. 

“None of this makes any sense,” Hetty says shaking her head. 

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I open my eyes and I see the sky, but it’s bluer than what I saw this morning. My hands move in the ground beneath me, and I do not feel snow but sand. I listen to my surroundings closely, and I hear the sound of water. I sit up and I see I’m at the lake. I look down to see that I am in a bathing suit that I haven’t worn for years.

I look around me, and no one else is here. No people, no cars, no nothing. 

“What am I doing here?” I ask out loud.

“Oh, you’re back already?” Someone says from behind me. 

“Who?” I whip around to see the eyes of the lifeguard who pulled me out the water all of those years ago. 

“Ah so you know who I am,” The lifeguard says seeing that I have recognized her.

“I recognize you, yes…But what happened to me?” I ask.

“You got attached,” She says like I’m supposed to know what that means.

“Thank you, but I need further explanation,” I respond hoping she would say more than a few words.

“You died that day,” The lifeguard climbs back onto the tall lifeguard chair

I roll my eyes. “Yes, I am very aware…and?”

“When you die, your soul detaches from you. Said soul then either goes up or down. If you’re lucky, you stay in the place you died, and you work out all of your unfinished business. Yada yada yada” The lifeguard says stretching herself out on her chair. She crosses her legs and adjusts her whistle.

“Yes I am very familiar with that, but what does that have to do with me?” I inquire.

“You died and your soul detached from you. Once you were revived, not all of it has come back. A part of you has always been here,” The lifeguard explains. 

I look at her in disbelief, “That doesn’t make sense how does half of my soul,” 

“You can see ghosts, and you can touch them,” The lifeguard interjects.

“No living person can see and touch ghosts. I have heard tales of living and seeing ghosts, especially children however you are the only one who can do both. You are quite the talk on this side of the world,” The lifeguard smiles.

“This side? Am I dead?” I ask.

“Not entirely, your body is in some hospital somewhere until you make your decision,” The lifeguard says.

“My decision?” I ask my face scrunched in confusion.

“You decide whether you live or die,” The lifeguard says looking out against the water.

“This doesn’t make any sense!” I say throwing my hands up in the air, “I want to go home,”

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Riley, Nadine, Sam, and Hetty sit in the kitchen.

“Does she have any questions,” Nadine asks.

“What happened?” Hetty says. Her voice is a bit sharp, not in anger but desperation. She needed to know what happened to you. 

“When?” Sam asks hoping Hetty would be more specific

“The ghosts have said that she has died before. I want to know what happened,”

“Hetty says she would like to know what happened when (y/n), died…the first time,” Sam says to Riley and Nadine.

There is a bit of silence, and then Riley clears his throat. 

“We went swimming at Limon’s peak…with our summer camp when we were teens about 17 years old. There was a group of kids that bullied her relentlessly and ruthlessly ruining her esteem quite a bit. She never showed it though, not in front of them but she used to spend hours in the mirror making sure she looked perfect. That there was not one flaw detected on her, which is odd because” Riley sighs.

“She is nearly perfect to begin with.” Riley gets lost in his thoughts for a second,  “Anyway, (y/n) was preparing herself to jump off the diving cliff, and some girl pushed her. It was like I watched everything in slow motion, I can still hear the sound she made when she hit the water. She didn’t come up like she usually does. At first, people thought she was playing a joke, but she did not come up. It was like I was waiting for hours, but she didn’t come up. Eventually, a lifeguard went dove after her. She somehow got stuck under water. She was fighting to come up, but she got tired and started drowning. When they brought her to the shore, she was like some wet rag doll. It took them an hour to revive her, and though she seems fine. That day changed her,”

Sam looks to Hetty and Hetty has tears streaming down her face. 

Riley continues, “Those kids…they lied and said she jumped herself, but she never jumps without a count-off. She has never jumped without a countoff. I tried to tell everyone what happened, but she told everyone she jumped. To this day I am still not sure why she would say such a thing, but she went with it,”

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A week passes, and Hetty has learned there has been no change in your condition. Hetty cannot bring herself to do much of anything anymore. Life has returned to what it was before your arrival, and it took your leaving for everyone to notice all of the joy you brought to everyone’s life. Especially since you gave them a sense of being alive again being able to interact with items of the world once more than before. Everyone tries to go back to what was before, but they cannot shake the empty feeling from inside. Riley and Nadine have decided they would stay in town until you wake up. They stay at the house you inherited and go to visit you every day. Nadine is always sure Hetty is around when she gives updates.

On the evening of the 7th day, Hetty and Sass have been up all night talking. Sass had figured that was where she would be and decided that it would be best if Hetty weren’t alone at night. At some point during the night, Hetty relayed Riley’s story from earlier to Sass. 

“That must be how she got her powers to touch and see ghosts,” Sass says

“That’s what I think too. She doesn’t talk about it really, she just moved on,” Hetty says.

“But now, I do not think she did, it’s like she’s caught in between both worlds the living and the dead,” Sass says, “I don’t think her soul was meant to come back that day,”

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“So you are telling me that when I died and was resuscitated, a part of me stayed here. The rest of me went on to live happy-go-lucky life, and now I’ve been sucked back to this place because I hit some ghost boundary?” I ask.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what am I saying. Any other questions?” The lifeguard says nodding her head. 

“I wasn’t dead! I was like half dead or whatever, so the ghost boundary shouldn’t have worked on me,” 

“When do I get to go back home?” I ask

“That’s easy, when you decide,” The lifeguard says. 

“I have decided. I need to go back home, to my life, to my friends, my” I pause. Hetty and I haven’t even talked about what we’ll call each other. 

“Girlfriend? Oh don’t look so shocked, I know every aspect of your life. Every nasty little detail actually,” The lifeguard winks at me, “I know you want to go back, but you cannot go back until you see all of your options,”

“My options? And tell me, lifeguard, what are my options here,” I cross my arms. 

“Let’s get one thing straight. I am not a lifeguard. I am a Life Guard, there is a space between those two words. I just happen to be dressed as a lifeguard,” The Life Guard says. 

“But you are the lifeguard who saved me at the pool,” I say.

“Yes, because Life Guards are not visible to anyone, so I decided to shapeshift into the lifeguard that saved me. That way it wouldn’t freak you out when you got here. You halflings scare very easily,” She says.

“Freaked out? I was alive going to the doctors and now I am at the beach where I almost died. You tell me that all of the symptoms I had was my soul trying to attach itself to Woodstone, but it couldn’t because the other half was here. So instead of the other half coming to me, it brought me to it instead. And you did not want me to freak out?! This is insane! ” I ask indeed very much freaking out. 

“Yeah, this is not going to work if you do that,” She says gesturing towards me visible freakout. 

“You haven’t even told me your name. You want me to believe all of this, and you don't even have a name. What is your name?” I ask.

“Lydia,” She replies.

Lydia the Life Guard…that’s cute,” I say.

“Yes, we all love alliteration. Now about this decision, you have to see the past and future,” Lydia says going back to the matter at hand.

“What is this? A Christmas Carol? Do I see three ghosts that take me to the past present and future?” I interject. 

“Hey, don’t get sassy with me, I am the one you have to convince to go back home,” Lydia says.

“There’s nothing in the future that will convince me that I do not want to go back home! I want to make my own future back home Now.” I demand.

“You sure are full of demands. Your girlfriend’s mannerisms must be rubbing off on you,” Lydia says. 

“I am sorry, I am just a bit overwhelmed,” I apologize. 

I hear a whistle and then a bright light causes me to squint my eyes. 

Then I hear people again, I see them lying on the beach, splashing in the water. I realize that I’ve been taken back to the day of the incident. I look around to see if I can see my past myself, and sure enough I am at the top of Limon’s peak. I see myself being pushed off the diving cliff, and I hear the scream I let out before I hit the water. I close my eyes, and I try to calm my nerves. I tell myself that I am fine and that I will be fine.

I finally open my eyes again, and now I am back in the office of the camp director. I stand in the corner watching my past self and the camp director talk. 

“We just want to know what happened that day,” The camp director says.

“I told you everything that happened,” I tell her.

“But we have multiple accounts saying you were pushed, and they say that this person along with others have been bullying you for a while,” The camp director says her voice laced with concern

“I told you everything that happened. If you are worried you are going to be in trouble you aren’t, but if you were pushed then we need to make that whoever did this faces the proper consequences,” 

“If I were to tell you I was pushed, what would happen,”

The camp director sighs before taking a seat. “I imagine a police report would be filed, considering the nature of the situation this would end up in criminal court, and whoever would be brought to court for a trial,”

“That sounds like it could be pricey,”

“Yes, I imagine it could,”

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I am brought back to the lone beach with Lydia. 

“Why did you do it?” Lydia asks

“Do what?” I ask

“You lied. You told everyone you jumped knowing that you were pushed,” Lydia says.

“ I did not want to deal with testifying,” I respond.

“You are lying again. I do not like liars. Why did you not want to testify,” Lydia says.

I sigh, “Fine, I was afraid of everyone finding out, The girl, Arabella, who pushed me was actually my sister.”

-END-

A/N: What a ride huh!?