Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Yeah. That knot was back in play. “Whatever he’s saying is a lie. Trust me. Cops were involved, and I really can’t say anything else.”
Zeke was watching me hard core now, all serious. “And if I told you that the cops dropped the charges against him?”
The bottom of my gut opened. “What?”
He held up his hands, palms toward me. “Just so you know, I’m not believing anything. I know how that shit works. I mean, look at me, but they called, saying we shouldn’t let you in and telling my brothers that they should start questioning me.”
I swore.
“They’re putting pressure on them, to put on me, so I’d put on you, so I kinda really do have to push this. What do you have on him? They’re not questioning me about Styles. They’re saying you specifically.”
I cursed, again. “He’s a fucking bitch.”
The end of the game sounded, and everyone was cheering. “The cops dropped the charges?”
“That’s what they said to my frat brother.”
The cops wouldn’t drop the charges unless Angela recanted her statement.
“I gotta go.” I shoved past him, heading up the stairs to leave the arena. As fast as possible, that’s what I needed. I had to get out of there, but I wasn’t running. I was fighting because fuck this. No one fought for me at times, so I wouldn’t let that stand this time. I’d fight for Angela because no way was this guy going to get away with what he did to her.
I dialed Angela’s number first.
She didn’t pick up. I waited and dialed again once I was outside and I dodged to the side, trying to find some privacy. My phone was blowing up with text after text, but that would all have to wait.
I called her again. She declined this time.
And again.
My persistence paid off.
“Mara, hey.” She’d been crying. “I–what are–are you at the game?”
“Did you take back your statement?”
She was quiet on her end, until a hiccup. “Why–how do–what have you heard?”
Was she serious? A group of people were walking by, so I moved off the sidewalk, finding a corner by the building and I hunched down. My butt was resting on the back of my heels and I put a finger into one ear, trying to hear her better. “I got a heads-up that Carrington isn’t going after Cruz. He’s going after me. I was warned to watch my back. Now I’m hearing that he’s calling a fraternity here in Cain and telling them not to let me in the party.”
“What?” she whispered.
“I know someone in that frat and he’s asking me about it, saying the cops dropped the charges against Flynn.”
“WHAT?”
“The only way they’d do that is if you recanted. Did you? Did you do that?” I heard her starting to cry, and my heart broke. I gentled my voice, “Listen. I’m not trying–” Screw it. If I was going to burn for this, I guess that I was going to burn for this. “I won’t get mad. I’m not coming at you that way, but I’m getting ready to fight Carrington on my own and I need to know what I’m fighting for. You or myself. If it’s too much and you’re taking a step back, that’s fine. I mean it, but I have to know. Different strategy, you know?” I tried to laugh, but God. If she was going to let me hang out to dry, then, well, I guess that’s what was going to happen.
Who was I kidding? I got a glimpse into a normal life, and it’d been good. It’d been fun, but that wasn’t me.
“You know, never mind. I’m sorry. I–uh–I got this. Don’t worry about anything. You, you just take care of yourself.”
“Mara–”
I ended the call, but dammit, dammit, dammit. Flynn wanted to destroy me. Well, good luck because I’d endured worse than him.
My phone was continuously buzzing, so I started going through them. I began responding to the first few until I clicked on one from… Kit?
Kit: Did you see this? This is INSANE! Link.
Dread was already inside of me, but it grew razors and I felt them starting to sink into my insides. This wasn’t going to be good.
I clicked on the link.
It went to another article, by the same writer, at the same blog, but this time the headline said,
In My Time of Need, My Daughter Wasn’t There For Me:
A story about a mother in need and her daughter abandoned her.
48
CRUZ
We were in the locker room. My phone was blowing up, but I wanted to shower and change before heading out. Coach had given us the congratulations talk and a reminder that we’d all signed off, saying we weren’t the university’s responsibility tonight.
“What the fuck?” Labrowski was reading his phone before he hit a button and put it next to his face. Whoever he was calling, they answered and he said, “What happened?” He listened for a second before looking right at me. “Hold on.” He dropped the phone, saying to me, “Mara called Angela, said something about her recanting her statement.”