Lina: Ryan… why aren't you saying anything? Can you please just clear this up?
Chris: Yeah, dude. That bomb you just dropped? Kinda wrecked us.
Emma: Ryan. Why are you still saying it like that? It's not what happened — and you know it.
Tommy: Listen to your gf...
Ron: Guys, cut it out..... Ryan talk to us...
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Emma:
It happened two years ago. Ryan was 17, I was 15.
At school, we were kinda close — like, his friends were my friends and mine were his. Classic sibling stuff. He annoyed me all the time, though.
Anytime a guy tried to talk to me, Ryan would jump in and pretend we were dating — like, full-on "she's cheating on me" drama. Total chaos.
Honestly, thinking back on it, it was hilarious. The way those guys looked when they realized he was just messing with them? Priceless.
Anyway… we got invited to this party at an ex-friend's house. No big reason — just some random celebration.
And yeah, I know I'm flat as hell, whatever, so someone decided I'd be the "perfect one" to prank this other girl.
The plan was: we'd play spin the bottle, but in two separate rooms. Whoever got picked in Room A would be blindfolded and meet with the person from Room B in room C.
the bottle picked me — so they blindfolded me and walked me into this room.
Honestly, now that I think about it, I was stupid for not asking more questions. Like, why was I even blindfolded?
The prank was simple — messed up, but not, like, dangerous.
Both of us were blindfolded. Me and the girl they picked to prank.
She was supposed to reach out, try to feel who was in front of her — like, just touch around a little to figure it out.
And right when she did, I was supposed to jump at her.
Pin her arms down.
Make it seem like something was happening — just long enough to freak her out.
Before she could really react, the others would jump in, pull me off, and be like, "It was just a joke!"
It wasn't a good prank — but at the time, we thought it was just stupid and harmless.
Ryan:
I was at the party… just hanging out. Then someone told me about this game — said I'd get to meet my crush during it.
They were like, "She's into you too, but act surprised when you see her."
I mean, yeah, I was hyped. It felt like a setup in a good way.
Emma:
Sara Fucking gorgeous.
Ryan:
Yeah. Sara George.
So I'm in Room B, right? The bottle lands on me. And I'm thinking — finally.
Like, the girl I've liked forever wants to meet me in this weird flirty game thing? Of course I'm excited.
They blindfold me and send me to Room C.
I was nervous as hell… but in a good way.
Like, butterflies and all that. I thought it was gonna be one of those nights you remember forever.
Emma:
It felt weird from the start.
The girl I was supposed to prank… she wasn't doing anything.
She just came in, sat on the bed Infront of me — and stayed quiet.
I couldn't say anything, or it would ruin the whole prank. So I tried to improvise.
I reached out and touched her hand, then her arm — just trying to make her feel comfortable enough to go along with it.
Ron:
Wait… you didn't notice the difference? Between a guy's hand and a girl's?
Emma:
She was wearing gloves. And some long-sleeved of whatever.
So no, I had no idea. As far as I knew, she was still a she.
Ryan:
Man, I was nervous as hell. I literally froze at first.
But then she touched my hand, and I started hyping myself up — like, mentally giving myself the whole pep talk.
"This is it, man. Don't mess it up. She likes you too."
I started moving my hands — first her arms… then her face… her back… her neck.
I was this close to touching places I shouldn't.
But I kept holding myself back. I was raised better than that.
And anyway, this was Sara. I figured we'd be dating after this so no need to rush.
Emma:
I was doing my best to make the prank believable.
But then… I felt her hand on my back.
It made me hesitate. It felt like… a hug.
And for some reason, it reminded me of my mom.
who passed away...not long ago....from when this was happening.
I started second guessing the whole thing.
Then her hand moved to my neck.
I panicked.
Was she gonna kiss me?
What was I supposed to do?
Ryan:
I was about to kiss her. Like, actually go for it.
Then… I caught a hint of her perfume.
It was faint, but familiar. So I leaned in, trying to place it.
And then it hit me.
It was my perfume.
and gess who always steals from me when she runs out of her own.
It wasn't enough to know for sure — but it was enough to make me know something wrong along with the voices and the ticking.
I ripped off the blindfold.
And there she was.
My sister. Sitting in front of me.
And behind her — a whole crowd of people.
Laughing.
Recording.
Watching the whole thing.
Ryan:
I left that party with my sister and didn't look back.
After that night… I couldn't even look at her.
I shut myself in my room and didn't come out for a month.
Didn't talk. Didn't eat right. Just… disappeared.
Emma:
At first, I didn't understand what was going on with him.
Then I saw the video.
And heard the giggles — from people who were supposed to be our friends.
I tried to lift him up. I really did.
But he was this close to ending everything.
Three of my friends — the ones who actually cared — came to my house.
They helped pull me together. Got me out of bed. Took me back to school.
But Ryan…
Ryan didn't have anyone like that.
I told him a thousand times —
"This isn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong."
But he wouldn't hear it.
Ryan:
One day, Emma snapped.
She straight-up slapped me across the face.
She said,
"something... something... something ....You shouldn't be ashamed — they should be.
You didn't do anything wrong.
They're the ones who should suffer for it.
They should pay."
And somehow…
That was enough.
Enough to give me a reason to stand up. A reason to move.
I showered. Cut my hair.
And the next day… I showed up to school.
Both my hands wrapped in white tape.
By the end of the day, that tape was soaked in red.
The blood of every single person who was involved in that party.
I didn't leave out a single one —
Man or woman.
You don't wanna know what i did to Sara George?
It was my first time throwing a punch —
but trust me… I didn't pull back.
Tommy: Respect....