Wesley
Chapter thirty-three
Ten minutes earlier
“Wes, baby,” Savannah calls from where she’s perched at the front of the building. “Come here.”
I have no desire to see her. I’m on a mission to Sierra’s locker with a nice picture of her I pieced together from a porn website with her face photoshopped on it. I’m putting it up in her locker, so when she opens the door to get out her books, it’s the first thing she sees.
If Sierra keeps to schedule, she should be getting here anytime now. And I want a prime view when she shows up so I can see her reaction.
It takes no time to open her locker and put up the explicit picture, thanks to having her combination. A nice benefit to being the football god of the school. I get any and everything I want.
And all I want is for Sierra to suffer. For all her dirty secrets to come out, but not until I’ve fucked with her a bit.
Once the picture is up, I head back to the entrance to the school so I can see her arrive.
As I’m walking, I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and pull it out.
It’s a video message, but I’m not familiar with the number it’s from. It’s not one of my contacts.
Opening it, I watch the scene play out. I can tell it’s cropped. But that’s not what gets me. It’s from the night at my house. The one where Sierra ruined my life.
It’s a closeup of Sierra and my dad’s lower half. His voice is muffled over so you can’t hear what he’s saying. Sierra’s, though? You can hear her faintly, even though it’s been altered slightly.
Except now that I’m getting a different view, it’s then I see her mouth ‘stop’.
She doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it; in fact, she seems out of it. Bile rises in my throat. Was I wrong the whole time? A stabbing pain pierces my heart, so intense I about crumble to the floor.
Fucking Savannah! I’m going to kill her.
I should have known she was doing something with the flash drive when she took it. The lying fucking cunt. If I had only looked at it when I found it. Shit would be so different now.
Laughter rings out around me, and I realize I’ve stopped in the middle of the hallway. Looking up, I see Brax, Colt, and Zan standing around Sierra.
Has she seen the video? Does she know she was even recorded?
I need to go home and play the full drive. Suddenly, I realize I’ve made a fucking mistake, and that my dad is the true villain in the tale of my shattered life. But unfortunately, that means I’m the monster in Sierra’s.
“Sierra!” I shout.
I need to talk to her, but the guys are rushing her out of the building.
I’m frozen. I want to chase after her, hug her and tell her I’m sorry, but I can’t move.
A slender arm wraps around my neck as lips crash down on mine. My stomach flip-flops. They’re not who I want to kiss.
My mind is so jumbled.
There are so many things to process and I don’t know where to start. The only absolute things I know are, one, I need to go home, and two, I don’t want this bitch touching me.
I take hold of Savannah by the arm and push her away. I shove her so hard she stumbles, barely catching herself before she falls flat on her ass.
“What the fuck?!” she wails as she composes herself.
I grab her arm and pull her to the side. “What the hell, Savannah? Was that video on the flash drive?” My teeth are clenched and I can hear them scraping against each other as I fist my hand.
She purses her lips, looking smug. “Yeah, what does it matter? I got the bitch good, especially with how she couldn’t keep her hands off you yesterday.
She really is a slut.” Then she leans in and whispers, “Don’t worry, I made sure to cut your dad out of it.
” She kisses me on my ear, sucking lightly on my lobe, and I try not to puke.
I pull away from her and wipe her spittle from my ear. How I ever let her put her mouth on my cock, I’ll never know.
“Delete the video off of your phone and any copies you made. Do you hear me, bitch?” My blood boils as I try to hold it together and not hit her like I really want to.
“Wes, baby, why are you so mad? I thought you’d be happy.
” She seems absolutely giddy, like she’s done me a favor I should praise her for.
“Well, you’re wrong. Get rid of the video, and I mean it.
” I storm out of the building, hoping to catch Sierra before the guys leave campus with her, only to see their Jeep pulling out of the parking lot.
It’s okay. I need to watch the full video on the flash drive first. Bile rises in my throat just thinking of what my dad did to her. How could I ever think my best friend, the girl I loved, would ever betray me like that?
Why did I never go to her and ask her about it? I’m a fucking idiot. I ruined her and Sam’s life all because I couldn’t talk to her.
Then reality punches me in the gut.
Sierra was a virgin.
My dad took her virginity that night.
Fucking Christ!
I head straight for my Camaro, not even bothering to respond to the people calling my name. There’s nothing they have to say that I want to hear.
The ride home is a blur, and I’m not sure how I even made it home safely. Dad’s car is in the driveway when I pull up and my heart begins to race with rage.
I can’t see him. Not yet. I need to know what he did and why he recorded it.
Opening the door, I don’t see him, so I shut it quietly behind me, not wanting him to know that I’m home. Sure, if he goes outside, he’ll see my Jeep. But that’s a worry for later.
I’m about to step onto the landing to the stairs when I hear his loud laughter ringing out down the hallway.
I tiptoe toward his office, curious about what’s going on.
“Yeah, I haven’t heard back from the manager about a confirmed date for Lilac,” he pauses. “Just be ready with the camera. It’s going to be a show we won’t want to forget. But she will.” He bursts out laughing and I slowly back away, making sure not to make a sound.
Hopes of that are lost when I bump into the table at the end of the hall and knock over the glass vase.
“What the fuck was that!?” my dad yells and I turn the corner, quickly running away, like I was never here.
I make it to the stairs, and start to run up them as I hear him call for Millie.
It’s not until I get to my room, gently shutting the door behind me, do I let out the breath I’ve been holding. My book bag slides off my shoulder, hitting the floor as I lean back, reaching behind me to lock it.
He doesn’t come up the stairs, so he must be blaming the shattered vase on Millie. I’ll have to remember to apologize to her later.
Pushing off the door, I head over to my dresser, pick up the flash drive, then sit down at my desk, powering on my laptop. I place it in my laptop, then put on my headphones so no one else can hear what’s on it.
I take a deep breath and hit play.
I wasn’t ready for what starts playing out in front of me. My father raping my best friend, who’s obviously drugged. He has her in his arms, but she’s barely able to stand.
Memories of that night rush to the forefront and she barely drank anything, definitely not enough to make her this drunk.
I remember her disappearing for a while.
I just thought she was in the bathroom or talking to one of her friends.
It was when she hadn’t returned I went looking for her and found her with my dad.
But in this video, he’s got her sitting on the edge of his desk as he tries to remove her clothing. She can barely keep her body upright. She had to have been drugged.
My dad keeps looking over his shoulder at his bookcase, in the direction of the video being recorded.
The fucking bastard. He begins to pull her pants down and she starts fighting back, struggling to get away from him. She doesn’t want to be there. Sierra doesn’t want what’s happening to her.
She’s fighting him off at first, then he leans down and whispers in her ear, but the audio doesn’t pick it up.
“Wes?” comes breathlessly from her.
“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” my dad says back to her and I grip the edge of my desk.
The fucking asshole.
He spins her around, bending her torso over the desk and places his hand on her back, holding her down as she squirms underneath him.
“Come on, baby, don’t you want me to fuck you? I’ve seen how you trail around me, my lost little puppy horny for a bone.”
“No, no, you’re not Wes.” She shakes her head vehemently, but the harder she struggles, the worse my dad is on her.
He takes hold of his cock and rams it inside of her pussy, fucking her as she cries for him to stop.
I can’t watch. This is too much.
Fast forwarding the video, I watch him cum, never once pulling out of her. He drops her to the floor where she’s crying as he walks over to the bar and makes another drink. He stands there staring at her broken body on the floor while he sips the alcohol from his glass.
A small bit of relief comes over me that it’s over.
But I was wrong.
Once he’s done, he picks her up and fucks her again. This time more forcefully than the first.
I look at the time stamp on the video and this goes on for an hour. I’m not sure at what point in the video I came to the door, but I honestly don’t want to know.
If it was at the beginning, I could’ve stopped this. She would never have been violated in such a heinous way.
My dad helps her stand when he’s done raping her for the final time and turns to the camera.
“That’s two thousand points for me guys, and it was just one girl. A thousand for her being underage and another thousand for her being a virgin,” my father’s smug voice says into the camera. “See, her blood’s still coating my cock. Hope you enjoyed the show.”
No!
He couldn’t have.
Sierra’s rape was live streamed to his fucking pals like it was an everyday occurrence.
I grab my wastebasket from the floor as the contents of my stomach come out.
I’m a fucking monster. Instead of being there for my best friend, I treated her like trash, tormenting her for something she never did.
I can only hope she’ll forgive me.
Then my dad’s words come back to me and all the pieces that should have clicked before do now.
He’s after Lilac.
Lilac is Sierra.
He plans to do the same thing to her.
Does he know they’re the same person?
I’ve got to warn her.