Page 114 of The Right Kind of Wrong

David was right.

“I don't know where else to look for her.” I sighed.

We quieted down as Hannah dialed Josh. When he didn't pick up she tried his mother. She was lucky then, but the already pale Hannah turned white as the wall behind her. She looked at me, eyes worried while she nodded, then hung up.

“What is it?”

“He never made it back to this house after the university,” Hannah said. “She doesn't know where he is.”

***

“Still no word on Evelyn?” Carter asked, pacing in his living room.

I shook my head. It was already dark. Evelyn hadn't turned on her cell phone and no one had heard anything from her. We decided to wait for her there, thinking that she would more than likely turn up.

With every hour that passed the worry only increased. I'd searched through the city, went back to campus but no one had seen her. Her parents were too pissed about what that video had done to their image and instead of being worried, they were basically disowning her.

Though I didn't trust anything that came out of Hannah's mouth, she seemed sincere in her regret. Sadly, I knew it wasn't necessarily because of the pain all of this caused Evelyn, but rather because of what this would do to her reputation.

“I've searched everywhere.” I closed my eyes, running my hand over my face. I was too fucking tired, yet not knowing anything about her was perhaps what was draining me the most. “I've been to Anne's house three times. Twice to the cemetery. But she's nowhere to be found, Carter. I don't know what state of mind she's in. I don't know what she's thinking.”

“Maybe she just needs time alone,” Carter said. “She wasn't ready for something like that.”

“Why would she be?” I asked. Despite what her family had done in the past, deep in her heart I knew Evelyn still believed and had hope for them. She didn't think they would ever purposely hurt her, not like this.

The one thing I was sure of was that as soon as Evelyn was found, Josh would get what he deserved. As would Hannah.

They were pitiful, immature people, hurting others for their own benefit. They didn't care who they damaged or destroyed in the process and for that, they would pay.

The buzzing of my phone brought me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, fuck. It’s Evie,” I said, standing up. “Evie, oh, thank God. Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Hey. Nope, not Evelyn. But, I know where you can find her,” the woman on the other line said. “You ready?”

***

I walked into Tessa's frantically searching the place. She immediately spotted me, a concerned expression was etched all over her face, one that I had never seen before in the time that I had known her.

“Where is she?” I asked.

Tessa motioned for me to follow her as she led me through a small hallway into what I knew was her office. I frowned, raising an eyebrow in question.

“She's not herself,” Tessa said in a quiet voice.

I didn't wait for her to explain what she meant and opened the door. Evelyn was sitting on top of the desk, a large bottle of vodka in her hands and a smile on her face.

“Darn it,” Evie shrugged, taking a sip of the alcohol. “You found me.”

“She's been drinking a lot. I figured if she was going to do it she could do it here, where I could keep an eye on her.”

I swallowed. “Thanks. I'll take it from here.”

Tessa nodded, throwing one last supportive glance my way before shutting the door behind her.

Evelyn looked like a completely different person. It wasn't the alcohol or the crazy bun she wore, but the distant look in her eyes. She smiled, standing up and stumbling my way. I caught her, making her giggle for no apparent reason.

“You always catch me,” she said, digging her index finger in my chest. Evie wrinkled her nose and took another swig of the liquid before freeing herself from my grasp. “You really shouldn't any…more.”

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