CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
Colson
High School
I can drive like I should be out on the salt flats, breaking land speed records, or on a racetrack somewhere, ripping around curves and disappearing like an apparition, but I can’t play pool for shit.
Still pissed off and not knowing when to quit, I’ve already lost whatever was in my wallet to Mason. Finally deciding I’ve embarrassed myself enough, I relinquish my stick to some dark-haired girl I recognize from English and wander over to the sofa where Alex is about to pour a line of shots.
“Where’s Aiden?” I ask, “Isn’t he coming over?”
Alex shoots me a look and then continues pouring. I don’t know why I bother to ask. That’s what Aiden does, he disappears and reappears at will and no one ever sees him when he does. It’s been especially true this year since he’s had something new to keep him… occupied.
My phone vibrates and my look turns to disgust when I see it’s a text from Bowen. What does
that idiot want now? One thing’s for certain—next time we race, I’m picking the route and he can careen off the road into the quarry for all I care.
He sent me a video, but the thumbnail’s too dark and blurry to recognize anything. It’s probably a video one of his loser friends took of me arriving at Grumpy’s long after Bowen’s sham win. I should just delete it. It’ll only piss me off more, and I’m too drunk for this right now.
But, I don’t, because I’m apparently a masochist and I want to get even angrier. I’m sure someone here will fight me if I ask. Maybe that’s what I need—to take a few hits and then beat someone senseless. But instead, I tap the thumbnail to play the video .
Immediately, my heart seizes and it feels like someone’s just punched me square in the chest.
The first thing I see is Evie’s profile. She’s in a dim room, on a bed, on her hands and knees, and she’s naked.
My eyes bulge and I sink back into the sofa cushions, trying to hide my screen. I’m probably doing a shitty job of it. I glance around, but no one’s paying attention to me. Thank God the sound is either really low or non-existent, otherwise I’d just off myself right here in the middle of Mason’s basement.
Bile rises in my throat and it tastes like Old Crow. “No…no…” I mumble, staring at my screen, but not wanting to stare at my screen, “God…no…” It’s a fucking trainwreck and I can’t look away. “ Fuck … no! ”
Hearing my incoherent mumbling, Mason stumbles around the corner of the pool table, “What, dude?”
“Nothing,” I lock the screen, “not a goddamn thing.” I shake my head, thoroughly tweaked the fuck out, “Uh, Bowen…” I stammer, “just fucking with me.”
“That guy,” Mason scoffs as the same girl takes the stick from him, “he’s lucky the cops showed up before you laid his ass out,” he shoots me a smile over his shoulder, “just like the Canaan game.”
“Damn straight,” I mutter as I vault off the sofa and make my way down the hall to the bathroom.
There’s no way I’m watching this where any asshole could walk behind me and see it. Then again, I could just delete it. But then I wouldn’t know whether Evie’s in trouble. Right now, it’s the only possible scenario that comes to mind, and Bowen knows that. If Evie’s in this video, he knows I’ll suffer through whatever fucked up shit he sends me.
I duck into the bathroom and lock the door before opening my phone again. Once I get over the initial shock and pull my shit together, I realize Bowen is on the bed, too, holding her waist and fucking her doggy-style.
My heart sinks and my mouth twists into a grotesque scowl, “ Ugh… ”
He’s not gentle about it, either. Evie’s lurching back and forth, trying to brace herself against the mattress while her long red hair swings back and forth over her shoulders. But she doesn’t look like she’s under duress. As much as it makes me want to gag, her mouth is hanging open in a crooked smile like she’s enjoying it.
I can’t decide whether I’m too drunk for this or not drunk enough.
This was obviously recorded on a phone, but from the angle and stillness of the shot, it doesn’t look like there’s anyone else in the room. Good thing, or else I’d have to find out who and kill them, too. Based on what’s in frame, it looks like the phone’s propped up on something in forward facing camera mode. Evie probably doesn’t even know it’s recording…
What a fucking asshole .
I watch with revulsion as Bowen wraps her hair around his fist and pulls her off the bed, back against his chest. She lets out a squeak, which fills me with rage. There’s sound after all, it’s just really low. The bed is a box spring and mattress laying on the floor instead of a frame, which makes all their movements nearly silent. He grabs one of her tits and holds her head back while he continues fucking her.
“Am I hurting you, baby girl?” he says loud enough for the camera to pick up.
“Not—” Evie stammers, “not anymore…”
Then Bowen turns to the camera— he fucking turns to the camera —and grins.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bathtub, staring at my phone, about to tear my hair out. After a minute, Bowen says something too quiet to hear and lets go of her. I hope it’s over, but it’s not. The white progress bar at the bottom of the video isn’t even a quarter complete.
Bowen sidesteps around Evie on his knees, giving me a full-frontal view. I cringe in disgust. The last goddamn thing I ever want to see in my entire life is Bowen Garrison’s hard dick on my phone. He sits down with his back against the wall and I now have a clear, unobstructed view of both of them from head to toe and I’m dreading what’s coming.
He motions to her and taps his thighs. Evie crawls into his lap and a second later, he grabs her waist and jerks her down on top of his dick so hard she lets out a yelp and falls halfway over his shoulder. And when Bowen kisses her, Evie kisses him back like he’s the goddamn water of life. He’s not acting like a complete animal—at least not right now.
God, what kind of sap am I? At least it looks like he’s being nice to her…fucking disgusting.
Granted, I half expected Evie to be handcuffed in a basement with a dog chain around her neck once I realized Bowen was involved, but I still want to vomit. And now I also want to rip his dick off and feed it to him.
Bowen grabs her ass and starts rolling her back and forth on him, “Keep doing that…” he lets go of her and leans back against the wall, clasping his hands over his head while she rides him, “faster, pretty girl,” he commands, “let me see those tits bounce.”
She bucks up and down while he stares at her, groaning as her thighs smack against his and her tits hit him in the face. I audibly shudder when I hear her gasping and moaning against him.
“ Goddamn, baby girl, you ride me so good.” The mere sound of his voice turns my stomach. “You sure you don’t want to invite Col over here to watch you come all over my cock?”
Are you fucking kidding me? Did he really just say that to her?
“Shut up, Bo,” Evie groans as her head rolls back.
I let out a laugh but only for a second, because he can’t shut his goddamn mouth .
He pulls her close and starts squeezing and sucking her tits, “You’d love letting him watch me play with you, wouldn’t you?” he says as he cocks his head slightly and looks at the camera again.
He stares right at it while he opens his mouth and flicks her goddamn nipples with his tongue, grinning the entire time.
God, he’s fucked up.
Her jaw drops as his hand disappears between her legs, “Watch me lick that pussy,” he hisses into her neck, “let you suffocate me while you come all over my face. We’ll put on a fucking show for him.”
Does he always talk this much when he’s fucking? Maybe Evie’s just used to hearing his bullshit all the time.
“Oh, Bo…” her whisper cracks, “ faster… ”
Bowen looks up at her, his bicep shaking as he works her clit, “You still glad you asked me to take your cherry tonight?” he’s talking to her but looking at the camera.
No. Fucking. Way.
I shouldn’t care. And on any other night, I wouldn’t. Evie can be with whoever she wants, whenever she wants. But Bowen Garrison is a fucking slime. She chooses him and what does he do? He broadcasts it to her brother just to be an asshole.
Evie turns his head toward her and strokes his cheek. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out except for a jumble of airy moans into his mouth. All she can do is nod while he grins up at her like the fucking Joker from Batman.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I let out a groan and cover my eyes. I can’t believe I’m hearing this and I can’t decide whether I want to scream or smash my phone. Peering through a slit in my fingers, I continue watching in horror, like I’m a fucking baby.
“You know I’ll always take care of you, baby girl,” he coos to her in his sickening drawl, “I’ve been waiting for you,” he kisses her chest, “you’re my goddess. My fucking queen. Nobody exists but you. And I’ll give you anything you want.”
At that, Evie starts humping him harder and pulls his head back so her face is hovering just above his, “I just want you, Bo,” she murmurs between breaths, “you and nobody else.”
God, no. Just no.
Bowen wraps his arm around her waist and starts thrusting his hips up, harder and faster, making her tremble on top of him, “You’re never going to leave me, are you?”
“ N—no …” she gasps.
“Say it,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“I’ll—” she presses her face against his, speaking through gasps, “I’ll never leave you. ”
A grin spreads across his face, “Because you’re mine, and I’m yours, and nothing is ever going to change that.”
Oh, come on Evie, he’s a lying snake!
Bowen grabs her waist and propels forward, away from the wall. He rolls onto his knees and throws her down on her back beneath him. Eyes wide, I watch him look over his shoulder at the camera. He glances down at Evie’s hips and then shifts her a couple inches to the right, then splays out her legs, showing me her soaking wet cunt, bright rosy red from all his abuse.
Ah, I roll my eyes, the grand finale...
Bowen leans over Evie and kisses her, but my eyes are watching his right hand, and nothing else. He trails it over her thigh and then reaches for his dick. But he doesn’t start fucking her with it. He grabs around his shaft and starts tugging, rolling the condom until it comes loose, and then ditches it somewhere out of frame.
No, he fucking didn’t.
Bowen rises up, grabs her leg and looks down his shoulder like he’s getting into position. This time, he shoots the camera another depraved smile. I want to reach through the phone and shove my fist through his ass.
“Get ready, E,” he murmurs, “you’re getting it fucking deep this time.”
For Christ’s sake…
Bowen opens her wide and rams his dick inside her, completely bare. I squint my eyes shut as Evie’s muted whimpers and Bowen’s sick grunts assault my eardrums.
As shameful as it is, I have to refrain from whipping out my own dick and beating one out right then and there. I’m so hard right now, and I want to fucking die of embarrassment.
What can I say? The flesh is weak. It’s fucked up.
And that’s the hypocrisy, isn’t it? If it had been anyone else on that video, I’d do it because it goes along with my own penchant for rough sex and revenge-fucking some girl just because her brother pissed me off. I’d do it because, in many ways, Bowen and I are the same.
And I hate it.
But this is different. It’s Evie, and it’s me, and now I want to kill him more than ever.
When Bowen’s done, he pulls out and scoots down on the bed. Then he throws one of Evie’s legs over his shoulder and spreads her wide to show me what he’s done. His cum is dripping back out of her and I bet she can’t feel any of it. He opens his mouth and lets his giant, freakish tongue fall out like a rabid dog and then starts licking it off of her to get rid of the evidence.
In the middle of tongue-fucking her, his eyes shift to the camera and he makes one long sweep from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, shaking his head back and forth as he goes. And when he reaches the top, he looks at the camera and winks .
The video abruptly ends just as there’s a bang on the bathroom door and I almost fall backward into the tub.
“Dude, are you watching porn in my bathroom?” Mason calls through the door.
Were you listening at the door, creep?
“No! Bowen’s fucking with me,” I brush him off, “spamming me with his fucked-up bullshit.”
I flush the toilet and flip on the faucet to make it seem like I was doing something other than watching my sister get fucked by Bowen, and then splash a handful of cold water on my face while I try to get a grip. When I open the door, I flinch when I see Mason standing right on the other side, blocking my path.
“Bowen sent you porn?” he looks excited, “Let’s see it!”
“No, dude, I only clicked on the first one. It’s probably full of malware.”
Mason seems to accept my lie and ambles back to the pool table. I grab a beer from the refrigerator at the wet bar and start pacing back and forth. I can’t decide whether it’s a good or bad thing that I’m drunk. The guys won’t let me leave, even if I try, and I’ll never convince them why I should suddenly go break Bowen’s knees because there’s no way I’m telling anyone about this video.
Instead, I pull it together enough to type out a text of my own.
ME (12:42AM): I’ll deal with you later you sick fuck. Just don’t show this to anyone else. She doesn’t deserve that.
To my utter surprise, he actually responds a few minutes later.
BOWEN (12:46AM): For your eyes only. Savor it. She’s mine. And if you or any other asshole looks her way I’ll bury you in my back 40.
Thanks…I guess?
I’m not sure whether to be grateful or totally creeped out. Not only because he sent me the video, but because his response catches me off-guard.
It’s threatening and overprotective. And also totally unlike Bowen.
Bowen doesn’t like girls. He likes fucking them, but he doesn’t care about them. He’s a chameleon who reels them in with a nice smile and the right words, but it always ends the same way. I think the only one he has any shred of respect for is Hildy because they have the whole twin thing going on. But he’d probably fuck her, too, if he could get away with it.
And the more I think about it, the more unsettling it becomes. Because I don’t know which is worse—Bowen fucking with Evie just to stick it to me, or Bowen setting his sights on her for the long haul.