And then…after all that…after everything I’d been a part of as well, I’d escaped without a scratch.
No videos with me were posted, and even if they had been, my face wouldn’t have been visible in any of them. I’d always kept my mask on.
It didn’t take us long to figure out who’d uploaded the videos.
“You threw us under the bus, because Michael had hurt you that night,” Kai accused, “but did you really think we weren’t going to come after you?”
Her eyebrows pinched together, looking confused.
“Being a rat is one thing,” Will interjected, “but betraying people who trusted you is unforgiveable.”
“Betraying?” she breathed out, and then looked to me, a question in her eyes. “What…?”
But Will just kept going. “You’re going to make amends,” he commanded. “And if you don’t, then maybe we’ll go dig your mother out of whatever hole we stuck her in to take your place. I’m sure she’s a good fuck. She landed your dad, after all.”
Rika’s eyes flared, and she lost it.
Letting out a growl, she drove forward, launching her body into Will’s and shoving him backward, her hands pushing against his chest, the power of her whole body sending him stumbling back onto his ass.
Shit.
He landed, and I dived around the island, seeing her immediately jump on him and straddle him, her fists flying down on his face as he shot out his hands, trying to shield her.
“Fuck!” he yelled, swinging his arm and knocking her to the floor.
Before either of them had a chance to launch into another attack, I came in front of her, blocking both of them and pulling her off the ground.
She bared her teeth, seething, and tried to dart around me, but I cut her off, shaking my head.
I stared into her eyes, noticing the way she took a step backward, away from me.
Dropping my eyes, I curled my fists. I can’t hurt her. I couldn’t do this.
I no longer cared what she did to us all those years ago or why she did it. I didn’t trust her, but I…
I couldn’t hurt her.
I turned and faced my friends, keeping her behind me.
“Goddammit!” Will barked as Kai gave him a hand, pulling him off the ground.
He wiped his finger under his nose, pulling it away and going back in a couple more times, looking at his fingers.
He was bleeding, and his eyes were watering.
Damon still stood over by the island, pinching a lit cigarette between his fingers and blowing out a cloud of smoke.
Will sniffled, a bit of blood smeared under his nose as he approached me. “Move.”
But I just kept my shoulders squared and held his eyes, staying put.
He watched me, shaking his head in warning. “Michael, don’t do this.”
When I didn’t move, he reached around me, trying to get at her, but I shoved my hands into his chest, pushing him back.
They might try to kill me, but they wouldn’t get to her otherwise.
“You’re choosing her?” Kai charged. “After everything? She’ll screw you over just like us. We trusted her, too.”
“You trusted me?” she burst out, coming around and holding their eyes. “I was your friend? Do you normally kidnap your friends against their will and drive them out into the middle of a nowhere for a little fun?”
I narrowed my eyes, my heart picking up speed.
And then I turned to look at my friends. “What the fuck is she talking about?”
Three Years Ago
I BOLTED FROM THE WAREHOUSE.
My stomach was in knots and tears streamed down my face, probably making the black stripe run, but I didn’t care.
How could everything have felt so good one minute and so fucking horrible the next?
I ran down the stairs, holding my arms over my chest to keep warm. I glanced over to the booth where the guys had been sitting, but I saw that it was empty. Were they gone?
They just left me here?
I tried not to feel hurt that Kai, Will, and even Damon had abandoned me, too. Just like Michael.
I walked over, seeing that my sweatshirt was still there. I gritted my teeth and grabbed it, whipping it out of the booth and charging for the front entrance.
“Assholes,” I growled in a whisper.
Slipping it over my head, I pulled up the hood and stuffed my hands into the middle pocket.
And I stopped, my hand immediately closing around a hard, rectangular object. I pulled it out, seeing that it was the phone Will had been carrying with him all night. The one he recorded all their pranks on.
I glanced back inside, trying to figure out how I’d gotten the phone. But then I noticed how long the sleeves were and that the hem fell all the way to the tops of my thighs.
I had the wrong sweatshirt.
I cocked an eyebrow, stuffing the phone back into the pocket and making my way through the parking lot. Will must’ve taken mine accidentally.
He’d be lucky if I didn’t toss his damn phone—and all their memories—in the trash.