Accidental

Arresting Development

6/ Recovery

By Ariel Montine

Will Gerrie recover from the seizure that has landed her back in the hospital?

“Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?” “I Need a Hero” -Bonnie Tyler

Eve Chapter 14

by Topsy 

I walked from the hospital with mum after yet another session with Dr Fox. We walked to the grassed area where I'd had my breakdown, where they'd discovered me after searching the entire hospital. They'd found me curled on the grass calling for my mummy. That was one week ago.

"Eve, I know Dr Fox suggested you came back here as part of your therapy but if you feel uncomfortable tell me and we'll leave."

"Yes mum, but I'm ok. Simon had the breakdown, not me."

I stood there for a minute, looking at the trees. The leaves were now turning brown and there was a carpet of leaves on the grass. The seat was still there, where it had been exactly a week earlier.

"I'm ready to go now, mum."

Back at home we sat and had a coffee. My stitches hadn't been taken out yesterday, Mr Bishop had deferred this for a week owing to my breakdown. I still needed the wig, to hide the dressing, but then as Eve I needed the wig anyway.

Their use of the catheter had also brought back the problem I thought was cured. I was now back on antibiotics plus an antidepressant plus the painkillers plus a nightly sleeping tablet. I was certainly rattling. At my request every tablet had been explained.

What this meant of course was that once again I could not wear anything tight around my groin. Jeans were out, as were any other form of trousers. That meant dresses, skirts and tops, mum's clothes.

So, if Simon had to fully reassert himself, he'd have to do it in a kilt, which I did not own, wearing a slip so the wool wouldn't rub. That was guaranteed to cause ridicule, especially with a wig, or even a bald head plus the obvious dressing, so it seemed sensible for Eve to remain.

Of course I'd already decided that Eve would stay, but Dr Fox had told me to reconsider my position and not to rush. She'd also said that this must be my decision not my mum's. After all I'd been in skirts for less than two weeks, and that was because of circumstances and not by design, probably.

Most of my recent sessions had been without mum but I'd asked for a nurse to stay in the room, as a witness. I didn't completely trust Dr Fox but didn't know if I could ask to see someone else, I certainly hadn't been offered the choice. I had also been promised that she'd be completely open with me. That was cold comfort given the hypnosis, but how much blame fell to mum? I felt uncomfortable explaining this dilemma, so didn't.

Dr Fox had queried my way of referring to Simon in the third person. Was it evidence of a split identity? I told her that it was easier to concentrate on being Eve, and not both Simon and Eve. She'd accepted this but told me to remember that Simon was as much me as Eve was, in fact Simon was the greater part and I shouldn't forget that.

Today I had a conservative skirt and a long sleeved top, over a cami. To avoid potential embarrassment I'd also put on a pair of knickers, despite doctor's orders. Anyway, today was a little cooler than the past few days. I'd been bare-legged up until now but mum wasn't happy about that this morning. Tights were not an option. In the end she suggested I put on a pair of hold-ups, stockings without suspenders. They felt a little strange gripping my thighs tightly. At least that's the only place they gripped.

We'd spent the past few days working on my make-up lessons. Mum had simply said it was part of my training but I suspect Dr Fox had suggested that it would keep me from thinking about other subjects.

My tutor had been told to stay away for a few days and would be back tomorrow. Mum had also asked Sharon to keep Claire and Annie at bay. Especially Claire.

"We need some bits and pieces for you, and some food. We're running a bit low."

"Where do we need to go?"

"There's the retail park on the other side of town, we can use the Asda there. They do clothes as well, wait a minute."

Mum came back with a tape measure.

"I need to get exact measurements. Take off your top and drop your skirt."

She wrapped the tape round my hips, waist and twice around my chest, marking the numbers on a notepad.

"Hmm."

By the time we walked out of the store two hours later we had a few days supply of fresh food and plenty for the freezer. I had gained a selection of mostly what mum called separates in size 10. She also included some strappy vests, knickers and bras. The latter item I wasn't sure about. I waited until we got home to ask, I didn't want to let everyone hear in the store.

"Girls your age are all wearing bras, you need to blend in. This is a training bra and will give the impression of an A cup."

"But it'll look strange, I've nothing there at all."

"Have you looked at yourself recently? You have budding breasts. I've watched them develop since you came out of hospital. I'm also pretty sure they were starting while we were on holiday. Have you felt anything?"

"They've itched a bit."

"That's part of their development. I noticed you scratching when you got out of the shower last week. Your size is 34AA at the moment but it looks like they'll keep growing.

"Why are they growing? Why haven't you mentioned anything before?"

"Let me answer those questions back to front. I told Dr Fox about your breasts but she didn't want me to tell you until she felt you were comfortable as Eve. Of course, if you noticed them yourself then we'd simply have to deal with it."

"Ok, but why do I have them?"

"Do you remember Mr Bishop saying about a hormone imbalance? If you have sufficient female hormones then your body will outwardly change. Your breasts were not the only indicator, remember how you told me about your face? We need to speak to Dr Kumar to see what they've found out though, that's tomorrow. We'll hit the town centre on Saturday for some serious shopping. Now, how about you show me everything?"

I modelled all the tops and skirts. but left my original underwear and hold-ups on. I was upstairs about to change out of the last item, a jersey dress, when I heard the kitchen door. The next noise was Claire bouncing up the stairs.

"You've been shopping! Great! I want to see everything."

"But I've just done that for mum."

"So you can do it again. Girls do this all the time."

Claire was a little more critical than mum. Whilst mum and I had rejected one skirt and two tops on account of their sizes, Claire rejected another two skirts and two tops. I argued her down to one and one but that left five rejects. I was wondering how to deal with it when Claire guessed.

"Don't worry, you'll take them back and get some more. Girls do that all the time as well, you've got alot to learn girlfriend. Wait 'til we hit the shops!"

Claire then noticed the underwear that had been hidden on the bed until I hung up all the clothes I would keep.

"Bras! I want to see how they look."

I reluctantly took off my cami.

"Wow girl! You've got real tits."

She reached over to touch but I wouldn't let her and I turned away, holding my hands to my breasts.

"Sorry Eve, I wasn't thinking. You've only been a girl for two weeks and I forgot you are still learning how we do things. Here, I'll help you put this one on. You haven't done this before, have you?"

I shook my head and let her help me but I wouldn't turn around until she'd finished adjusting the straps. It didn't stop her hands brushing my nipples though.

"That's better. A little padding works wonders. I remember when I needed some padding when I was fourteen, not any more."

With that she whipped off her sweater exposing her bra, just as mum walked into the room.

"Girls!"

"Sorry Mrs Jones." Claire quickly put her sweater back on. "I was just showing Eve how a bra fits, as she can't see her own back. We both have the same style of straps."

"OK, I accept that. But please, I don't want any bras or knickers to come off. Understand?"

"Yes mum." "Yes Mrs Jones."

I didn't challenge Claire, although she'd let mum think I'd put my own bra on. It was simpler this way.

I put the jersey dress back on and immediately noticed how it fitted better with the bra. Claire noticed the same and came close to hug me, breasts to breasts, her arms around my neck, her lips on mine.

"Hmmmm."

"Ahhhh."

We retreated to the bathroom to repair our make-up. Whilst at Asda mum had noticed the Christmas display, even though it was still September. It was almost right in the entrance so you couldn't possibly miss it. Amongst the items was a make-up kit for teenagers. Mum had added it to the trolley and now it was mine.

We went downstairs and mum had a quiet word with Claire before we were on our own again.

"Eve, I know you think of yourself as a girl and I know that Claire is your girlfriend but there are limits."

"Yes mum. Claire and I had promised each-other last week that we'd be careful. Perhaps we just got carried away a little."

"I accept that it was all very innocent this afternoon but you cannot afford to compromise yourself, even with Claire. That means you will both keep bras and knickers on at all times, and the bedroom door open. No exceptions. I have told the same to Claire and I will speak to Sharon too, in case she wants further restrictions. Understand?"

"Yes mum."

"It also looks like you could do with a long mirror in your room, and a dressing table."

We got on with dinner. Having picked up a prepared meal at the store we only needed to add new potatoes and some veg for a complete meal. Total time 25 minutes. Neither of us had the energy for anything more complicated.

My nightly tablets followed our hot chocolate a few hours later.

Author's note: This episode deals with depression. If this is difficult for you please skip ahead to chapter 14.

Eve Chapter 13

By Topsy

I felt two hands on me but I didn't look up.

"Eve, come with me."

I didn't answer. I kept my head down and kept crying. These were not crocodile tears.

"Eve, please come. We're concerned for you."

No way. leave me alone. You hurt me. You'll never do that again.

I could hear myself but nothing came out of my mouth. I felt a prick on my arm, then nothing.

--

I was lying down. I felt nauseous. I ... I threw up.

There were voices but I didn't care.

I didn't care.

I wanted to curl up and die. That was the easy way.

They were shouting now and I was rolled. I was violated. But soon it would end.

It was dark, where was I? I gently opened my eyes. The lights were too bright and I closed them again. I tried again a few times. Now I could see someone leaning over me. I closed them again.

"She's awake."

"Eve, this is Dr Fox. Please open your eyes. I'm stood here. Your mum's here."

I tried to speak but my mouth was dry. Instead I must have looked like a goldfish.

"Eve, I'm giving you some water."

I felt some cold water in my mouth and tried to swallow it but ending up coughing a little.

"That's ok. Now open your eyes."

"Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital. We had to sedate you."

"What...?" I said softly.

"You collapsed. Lay still."

"I need a leak."

"Don't worry about that. We fitted a catheter."

"You bastards."

"Eve, we had to."

That was all I recall from that episode.

Sometime later I was aware again.

"Mrs Jones, she's coming around again. Eve, can you squeeze my fingers. That's good. We're going to try to raise you up, ok? Mrs Jones, could you step out for a minute."

I opened my eyes and saw two nurses. As I focused I saw Dr Fox at the end of the bed. The nurses brought the head of the bed up so I could see more. I was much more lucent this time. Dr Fox spoke first.

"Eve, what day is it?"

"Unless I've lost any days it's Thursday. The 18th I think."

"OK Eve, that's correct. Just one more thing, how do you feel?"

"I need a leak. Now."

"Yes Eve. I' sorry about earlier, I didn't know about the infection. We've removed the catheter and given you a shot of penicillin just in case. We'll help you to the toilet, you may be a little weak. You're in a private room, the toilet is to your left, can you see it?"

I could and was helped off the bed and across the short distance to the loo. Suitably relieved I went to return to the bed but was directed to a chair instead.

They helped me and I sat down. I was helped to drink some water, I don't think they trusted me to hold a cup.

"Eve, we had to give you a mild sedative so you might feel a little light headed. How are you now?""

"Hmmm"

"That's understandable."

I looked away.

"Eve, look at me, I'm not some alien creature."

"That's just as well, you look nothing like a Cardassian."

That got one laugh from a nurse, everyone else had a blank face. Dr Fox spoke again.

"Now, tell me what is bothering you. Your mum's not here right now, I asked her to get a coffee, so please don't worry about saying anything she wouldn't like to hear."

It all poured out. I had been violated, yes, but now they knew that I wanted to be a girl. I just hadn't understood my own dreams but now I did. They knew before I did. That hurt me.

"Eve, we were worried. Yes we knew but it was bottled up inside you. You have taken an important step. Sit here and I'll fetch your mum."

Dr Fox spoke to a nurse who then left the room. I just stared at the wall. They knew before I did. Before I did. My deepest secret was out but I hadn't known what it was. How could I know?

I was sobbing gently when mum came into the room with Dr Fox. Mum tried to rush towards me but Dr Fox held her back and whispered something.

"Eve, I'm proud of you but I'm also sorry. I pushed you. I pushed you too quickly."

Mum started sobbing herself as she finished speaking. She came towards me and got onto her knees. She wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear. I couldn't hear what it was but I was safe.

I was safe.

Enterprise

By Ariel Montine

Chapter Fourteen ~ Re-Gifted

What will become of Andrina, Arista and Atina with their cocoons engulfed in fire?

Chapter 12 Eve has to see her shrink

Chapter 11

Eve Chapter 10

By Topsy

My tutor rose from her chair.

"Don't get angry with me young lady, otherwise I'll go. Now, I'm not sure I would accept your opinion without evidence."

Mum intervened. "I'm sorry, Miss Scott, but these stories are about my daughter and are subject to legal action. You can either take Eve's report as it stands or allocate something different. Either way, anything you learn here regarding Eve's personal circumstances remains confidential."

"I'm sorry Eve, Mrs Jones, I hadn't realised. Mrs Jones, all I was told was that your daughter was recuperating after a stay in hospital but no other details. There was a strange look on the faces of the office staff at the school however when I collected Eve's folders yesterday. The head of sixth form wouldn't see me and the bursar was unavailable."

Mum shook her head, Miss Bates continued.

"I finally spoke to the Parent & Teacher Liaison Officer who had no access to Eve's academic records and simply handed me these folders and a book list. I even had to go to Waterstones to get your text books, I'll add them to my bill. I haven't even been able to get copies of Eve's GCSE exam results. The LEA now won't give me any further information, citing a new policy. This is most unusual."

I looked at the coursework folders. Where my name had been originally printed was a new sticker marked Eve L.S. Jones. Any trace of Simon had been covered. My former life was being erased one bit at a time.

I walked upstairs and retrieved my certificates, the ones that had started this whole problem. Using my scanner I duplicated the certificates, saving them, and took the copies back down. She filed them after noting the grades.

Miss Scott then got back to business and we talked about how we would structure the work. As my access to the online learning would take a week to organise I was to start reading the text books and complete chapter one in the first book for each subject by Friday, when there would be a Q&A session. In the meantime I was to write a short story, 5000 words. I considered my life over the past few weeks but there was nothing short about it.

She left me to start my work, but lunch was slightly more important. Mum had been onto the Tesco website and booked a delivery for tomorrow afternoon.

After lunch I worked for three hours before checking my emails. I'd forgotten to check them for a few days. The email address was still down as Simon Jones of course and several friends had emailed me asking when I'd be back at school. One however, from a weknowabouteve@gmail.com threatened to out me to the local and national newspapers unless I put a video on Youtube and confessed all, outing myself. I wasn't entirely sure what I was supposed to confess, but I wouldn't have done it anyway. I didn't have a webcam.

I printed off the email twice and took it downstairs. Mum and I weren't surprised about this, it seemed to tie into the anonymous phone call and the rumours the girls had heard at school. Couldn't prove it though, not yet. I suppose this wouldn't be the last silly comment.

We didn't see the girls before we ate but at 7pm the girls, their mum Sharon and Mr Dixon arrived. Claire was carrying a carrier bag.

Mr Dixon queried why the others were present and I explained they had information he should hear. I also was happy for them to hear the legal stuff as they knew most of it already. He wasn't convinced but I was the client.

He went back through my statement that I'd given the previous lunchtime and asked me and mum to sign it. He tucked that away and then queried what had been said at school and what had happened at the hospital.

Mum and I recounted the events the previous morning at the hospital and included the fact that I needed a CT scan, and the possiblility of Chemo. We explained quickly that I was in a skirt because of a medical need and that with the wig covering my wound it was safer to dress completely female than to appear as a male in a dress. I added that the hospital had recorded me incorrectly as transgendered when I'd been admitted so the sight of me as a female would not cause any problems, in fact, the reverse, appearing as a male, would no doubt create problems. This was, I emphasised a temporary situation.

My shrink and I would have an interesting chat on Thursday, I thought.

Of course while I said all of this I was dressed perfectly in a skirt and blouse, sat with my knees together and my hands on my lap. Very natural, for a girl.

Mr Dixon then asked Annie and Claire to describe what they had heard, and to name names. He promised that as they were minors their names would be protected. He then asked their mum, Sharon, if he could visit her and the twins after school tomorrow to obtain a signed statement.

He then discussed with mum and me how we'd proceed. He was waiting for the outcome of the governors meeting when it was expected that the head would be dismissed. That would admit guilt, he claimed. He would write once more to the governors and the LEA and explain how they had failed me, both before the accident and afterwards.

He also talked about how the school had allowed my character to be damaged and apparently had released confidential information. He said he was working on the basis of a percentage of any compensation in place of a fee. Mum had already agreed to these terms apparently.

However, he did caution one thing. All of the letters had been issued under my full name. Any financial agreement would also be in favour of me as Eve, not Simon. I would therefore have to open a bank account as Eve. I had to remain as Eve for now, changing my name to remove Eve Lynn was simply not possible until the legal side was finished, however long that took.

Life just became even more complicated. Every time I thought we were sorting things out, some other complication got in the way.

He was somewhat concerned about the email, my tutor's comments and the anonymous phone call. There could be a link. Mum gave him one copy of the email and Miss Scott's contact details. After some pleasantries, he left.

Claire, who had been sat quietly, now bounced across the room to where I was sat, told me how brave I was and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue teasing me. When she let me go, I could see Sharon sat there not knowing what to think. Annie just giggled, as did my mum. Obviously Sharon hadn't been told we might be lovers or that Claire could be a lesbian.

Claire reached down the side of the couch and picked up the carrier bag, she pulled out the few bits that I'd left in my locker at the end of the previous year. I was supposed to have emptied it, but was in too much of a hurry to worry, knowing I'd be back in September.

Mum asked Claire if she'd had any problems.

"No, I went to the bursar, Ms Holts, and she came with me to open the locker. I had the key you'd given me but did as you asked."

"Did she have any questions?"

"Only if I was a good friend of Eve."

"Not Simon?"

"No, Eve. Definitely."

Mum then took Sharon into the kitchen, poured them both a glass of wine and explained some of the background. Obviously the girls had been good to their word and hadn't even told their mum.

In the meantime I finally worked up the courage to tell Claire I loved her.

"I know."

"I think we need to be careful."

"No argument there girlfriend'

All three of us girls collapsed into giggles. Hang on, us girls? What am I thinking.

Mum and Sharon eventually took nearly 45 minutes to finish whatever they were discussing and by the time the door opened at half-eight the wine bottle was also finished. Claire's face was covered in lipstick marks, she didn't care.

"Come on girls, let's get home and have a chat."

Sharon took her daughters and gave me a kiss as she left. Claire sneaked another kiss from me.

Mum and I sat there quietly before she spoke.

"I think you've fallen in love with Claire. Have you told her?"

"Yes."

"Who does she love? Simon or Eve?"

"Eve." I said without pausing.

"I thought so."

With that, the subject was dropped.

Eve Chapter 9

By Topsy 

"Annie, what else did you hear?" asked mum.

"This is all second hand, so I really don't know how true it is."

"That's ok, just tell me what you know."

"One of the boys, Joey Brown, said he'd overheard one of the office staff talking about how Simon was really Eve and that she'd been seen at the hospital this morning. He also heard them say that Eve was too pretty to have been a real boy."

"Did either of you say anything?"

"No" both Annie and Claire replied. Mum was satisfied with their response but continued.

"Thanks, please remember you can't say anything about Eve because of the legal case."

They both agreed, having done the same on Saturday morning. Claire turned back to me and kissed me again. No-one interrupted us, apart from a quiet comment about 'getting a room' that went unacknowledged.

I was alot calmer when we came up for air. I made a dash for the upstairs bathroom and, having had a pee, looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and my lipstick smudged. I grabbed a flannel and wiped my face clean, including my forehead. The flannel was streaked with foundation and lipstick and would need washing. I took off the wig and placed it on my bed before returning downstairs.

"Why did you take off your wig?" asked Claire.

"I was getting hot."

"Eve, you need to keep it on in case we have another visitor. If you're hot go back to the bathroom and give your head a wipe, be careful with the dressing. You should then put the wig back on. Your makeup also needs sorting, you smudged your lipstick. Leave off the foundation this time but redo the eye shadow. Go upstairs and try to do it now, like I showed you. I'll be up in a minute to help you, we really must get you your own set. Claire, before you go home I suggest you have a look in the mirror, you don't want any questions do you?"

I got up carefully. As I left the room Claire was returning from the mirror, with a tissue in her hand. She was no longer wearing my shade of lipstick on her cheeks or lips. She didn't wear makeup to school usually.

"Girls, hadn't you get home?" suggested mum. Annie and Claire reluctantly grabbed their school bags and said goodbye, not before Claire had one more peck at me.

I was more confused. As a boy, Claire and I had been good friends, but nothing more. Now, after one day in a frock I was being eaten alive. I knew now that I was falling in love with her, I just hadn't told her yet. Did I have to stay as Eve to keep Claire?

A few minutes later my makeup had been restored, I'd taken three attempts to get it right. Having done that we returned to the kitchen. Mum had me put on an apron to protect 'my' dress. I'd always helped in the kitchen before but this was the first time she'd put an apron on me. She told me she was baking a quiche and could I prepare some salad.

By six thirty we were fed and had cleared the table. The dishwasher was making the right sort of noise. I had just settled onto the couch when the phone rang. Mum answered it and quickly walked into kitchen, closing the door. I heard her getting angry but couldn't work out what was being said.

"I think that was a parent of one of your fellow sixth formers. They have accused you of being a fraud and getting into the boy's changing rooms to get your thrills. I told him where he could put his allegation and said he'd be hearing from my solicitor. He didn't believe me so I hung up. I dialled 1471 to get their number but it had been withheld."

I was stunned. This was turning nasty and was out of my hands. I still couldn't say anything to anyone, except Claire and Annie. What was stranger was that we weren't in the phonebook and I never gave my home number out to anyone at school, only my mobile. Of course the school office knew the home number.

"I'll speak to Mr Dixon when he comes here tomorrow evening. I promise I won't do anything in haste. I will speak to Claire and Annie's mum as well, they may be able to add to what we know." She was still angry but sat down with me and gave me a hug. "We'll get through this."

I"d missed the six o'clock news so watched the 7pm news on News24 instead, they wwere usually the same, almost. I tried to make notes for my coursework but couldn't think straight. I left the local paper where it had fallen, the headline read "Head Suspended."

By 8pm I was falling asleep so mum suggested I get to bed. Apart from two more antibiotics I needed no pills and quickly fell asleep.

I dreamt again that night. I was walking up the aisle with my bride Claire, and we were in matching wedding dresses. We kissed at the alter. The vicar was asking which of us was the bride. It didn't make sense to me but the vision was wonderful, until someone pulled my veil off and my hair fell out.

I woke at 7am as usual and lingered long enough to hear the radio news before dashing to the bathroom. Somewhat refreshed I walked downstairs where mum was filling the coffee pot.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?"

I mentioned I'd had a dream but otherwise it was a good night. She picked up my dream diary and handed it to me. "Now write about the dream" she said, emphasising the word 'dream'.

I wrote quickly and in as much detail as I could manage. Again I was surprised how much I had written, and the nasty ending. Mum took the diary back.

We had some breakfast, cereal and yoghurt today. Mum said she'd make an internet grocery order for delivery tomorrow afternoon or thursday. I was sent up to the shower. First I checked in the mirror, I still didn't need a shave. I was also only a little sore when I had a pee, obviously the antibiotics were working. After my shower I walked into my bedroom wearing a towel round my waist.

"Eve, thats not the way to wear a towel."

She pulled it off me and then wrapped it again, covering my chest as well. Once again I felt my chest itch against the towel, but didn't mention it. Why should I?

"That's better. Remember that for next time. Now take the towel off and get dressed.

On my bed was a long skirt and long-sleeved blouse.

"Mum, do I have to? I'm not sore now, Can't I put some underwear on?"

"Eve, you are to follow doctor's orders. No underwear before Friday."

Resigned to my fate I put on a half-slip, chemise and then the blouse and skirt she'd selected. She put a little makeup on me, my bruise was clearing up now. The wig went on last. She added a spray of perfume. I couldn't remember any doctor or hospital appointments today and asked mum why this was necessary.

"Your tutor will be here in two hours and you have to finish your assignments. Mr Dixon will be here after dinner and we can expect to see the girls again."

I first wrote my summary of the news presentation and then read the local newspaper. As I'd guessed the day before, I was the main topic. This time I had been named as Eve without reference to Simon. The journalist had tried to get a quote from the school or LEA without success and only managed to quote an 'unamed source' who got it mostly wrong.

I wrote my report as best I could but could not correct any mistakes in the articles. By 11am I had printed the two pieces, also saved to the memory stick. I was drinking a coffee, only my second of the day. Mum had a packet of oat cookies out and I wanted to pig myself but was told to only have two as I'd have to watch my figure. Figure?

Miss Scott arrived shortly after and took two more trips to her car to get my text books. She also had my coursework folders that had been submitted in June for the GCSE examinations. We sat down and she read through my assignments.

"What do you think of the way this newspaper story is written?"

"I didn't like it. The journalism was poor. The so-called facts were lies."

"How do you know this?"

"IT WAS ABOUT ME!"