Page 70 of Fighting the Odds

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.

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