Page 112 of The Right Kind of Wrong

I dialed David and he picked up almost immediately.

“It's all fucked up,” I hissed, not waiting for his greeting.

“What's going on?”

“The video, David. The fucking video is out. The whole damned university saw it and I can't find Evie, she's disappeared.”

“Wait, what?” David asked, the shock evident in his tone. He'd tried everything, everything for that video not to be exposed. He cared for Evelyn, for Anne and he knew that she'd do anything to for her granddaughter to not go through something like that.

“I don't know, but it's fucking out, David. I need you to find Hannah now while I search for Evie. Let me know what you find out.”

“Already heading out,” he said. Sure enough, I heard a car turning on in the background.

I went to the cemetery where her Nana was buried, hoping I'd find her there, but had no luck at all. Running out of ideas, I dialed Tessa and Carter and neither had heard from Evie. Finally, I pulled over in a random shopping center. If I kept driving that way, I was going to cause an accident and that was one less thing Evie needed.

My phone rang and I looked down, wishing that it was Evie but had no luck.

“Hey,” I said as I exhaled.

“Nathan, what the fuck is going on?” Jenna asked. “Who sent that video, what—”

“Jen, I don't know, but have you seen Evelyn?”

“No,” she whispered. “I've searched all campus and I can't find her, Nathan. She won't pick up, I don't know where she is.

I ran a hand over my face, leaning my head against the headrest and closing my eyes. Jenna didn't say anything for a while and we both remained in silence on the line. There really was nothing to say. Not with this.

“Take a breather,” Jenna finally said. “We need to be level headed to think straight so we can find her.”

I shook my head. “I can't, Jenna. I don't know where she is. I don't know if she's okay or if she's going to do something stupid and fuck if she does something—”

“No, don't say that. Evelyn wouldn't do that…would she?”

I sighed. “Let me know if you hear from her, please.”

“I will,” she replied. “Take care of yourself, Nate.”

As I hung up, my phone buzzed with a message.

David: Hannah is at your house.

I stared at my phone like an idiot for a few seconds. As much as I wanted to keep looking for Evelyn I also needed to get things settled with Hannah.

Rushing to the house like a maniac, I made it in record time. David's car was parked as was Hannah's. The anger I thought I had controlled bubbled up once again when I pushed the door open.

And when I saw her, I snapped.

I took hold of her arm, Hannah's eyes widening in fear as if she hadn't expected that.

“What the fuck did you do, you selfish bitch?” I snarled, holding her a bit too tight.

“I didn't do anything, I swear.” Her voice trembled and her eyes were swollen as if she'd been crying.

I didn't give a fuck.

“Nathan, calm down,” David said, trying to pull me away from her. I was too far gone.

“No, not until she fucking tells me what she did. I did everything, everything you told me and you still pulled this shit,” I hissed, furious.

“I didn't do it, Nathan! I promise I didn't do it.”

“If it wasn't you, who the fuck did it?” I saw her throat move, her eyes searching out David for help. Whatever she was looking for she didn't find because soon she was looking at me with the same desperate expression.

“Speak, dammit!”

“It was Josh Nicholson!”

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