Yes.

Cassie nodded to herself, deciding she knew that was the right decision to make. She needed to take ownership of her decisions. After all, it was HER life, no one else’s. And frankly, she was just plain tired of hating herself.

The truth was, the Violet Vision had hated herself for some time now. And at no point did she hate herself more than when she’d woken up that morning. She’d had depraved, violent, perverse, and even at times hateful sex with her nemesis again. And yet, that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was that, the more she thought about the Malicious Mobster since that night, the less she hated her.

There were so many people that Cassie wished she could see, that she missed, that she wanted to talk to. People like her father, or her runaway mother, or her ex-girlfriend, Olette. But what bothered her most of all was that, of everyone she wanted to see, the person she most wanted to was Fonzie. And every time she thought of her, she didn’t think of the sneering, sadistic woman who had made her life Hell. Now, when she closed her eyes and thought of Tammy Alfonso, she thought of the brunette looking down on her, tears falling from her eyes, before collapsing in her arms. And it left the teen blonde wondering one thing above all else the past two weeks.

Why do I care? Cassie demanded of herself. Just because she had a bad day? I’ve been having a bad life, mostly because of her.

And yet, the more the young blonde thought about it, she and Fonzie had both been a serious thorn in each other’s sides. Setting aside elements like who started things between them, they both had plenty of reasons to hate each other. And given the fact that her mother was indirectly responsible for the **** of Alfonso’s husband, and how many of the Devil of Star Lake’s plans Cassie had thwarted, the fact that the mobster didn’t kill her when she had the chance was baffling to her.

So just because she decided not to kill me means she gets a free pass? the fallen heroine inquired. She’s my arch-nemesis. Someone I shouldn’t be giving a damn about. So why am I giving increasingly large damns about her?