Page 111 of The Right Kind of Wrong

“What the fuck is this?” I snarled. All of them looked at me with a shocked expression. “Did everyone get this?”

They all gave me a slow nod. I ran a hand over my face, groaning. I didn't give a fuck if they recognized me but Evelyn…Evelyn didn't deserve that.

“Class is dismissed,” I said, already halfway out of the room. I had to find Evelyn before she found out, explain everything to her.

This was precisely what I had been trying to protect her from. The cruelty from her family truly held no limits.

When Hannah showed up one day while I gave the lecture, I knew I couldn’t expect any good news. She’d planned everything. Hannah had no fear in telling me exactly how she’d carried everything out.

The fact she had even thought about carrying out a plan like that was sick.

But we’d gotten on her bad side.

She was angry at the way she was humiliated at the bar when she found us together. She was furious she didn’t get her way and decided she would install a camera in Evelyn’s bedroom.

And then she bribed me.

I ended my relationship with Evie to avoid that video getting out.

Hannah had fucking given her word that she had gotten rid of the video, she'd erased the copy in front of me. She'd written a confidentiality agreement that said no one was to speak about this ever, including herself.

She'd lied.

I ran across campus towards the wing where Evelyn was. If the whole fucking university received that video…

No, fuck no.

Hannah was evil. Doing something like that to her own sister, her own blood was cruel. She could hurt me with something like that, but seeing her follow through, purposely cause her sister so much pain, betraying her that way was just heartless.

I made it to Lanthorn's classroom, rushing inside and searching frantically for Evelyn amongst his students.

“Where is she?” I asked, panicking when I didn't see her anywhere. He pushed me out of the lecture room, closing the door behind him.

“She ran out. She was about to present an assignment and somehow the fucking video was on her partner’s USB drive.”

“Who the fuck is it? I'll kill the motherfu—”

“Dean's office, Nathan. I've already spoken to the Dean through the phone, he's on it. But it seems a lot of students got it if not all.”

“Fucking hell,” I hissed. “Did she say anything? Did she say where she was going?”

“She left all her stuff,” Lanthorn shook his head. “She was very upset, Nathan.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, running a hand over my face. “I have to find her.”

As the words left my lips, I was already walking away. I couldn't leave Evelyn alone, not in a situation like this.

In seconds, I was inside my car, rushing out of the damn garage and searching for Evie. If she'd taken a cab, there was no way I'd know where she was, but if she'd walked perhaps she was still on campus.

I doubted that.

There was no way she'd remain there after this. I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white and sped through traffic, trying to get to her grandmother's house. She had to be there.

It seemed as if the fucking car wasn't moving fast enough, but when I finally arrived at her Nana's house, there was no one there. The house was unoccupied, there was no sign anyone had been there in the past few days. I called her cell phone but it sent me straight to voicemail.

If she was so distraught, I had no clue what she'd be capable of doing. Evelyn didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve the cards she'd been dealt.

She deserved better than this.

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