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“I know how much you love dick you cunt.” I can smell the alcohol on his breath as he whispers in my ear.

Please God. Stop him. Please. I think in my head. I repeat the words repeatedly until a new voice rings in my ear.

“Hey!” I hear a man’s voice again. Before I know it, Jared is off of me.

“C’mon man, let me go.” I hear him say as I rub my pounding head. “I’m not greedy.”

I hear a punch with the cracking of bones.

“Jesus Christ, man. I’m an actual fan. What the fuck was that for. She’s just some bitch spreading her legs for r-” Before Jared can finish his sentence, Colt grabs him by the collar and whips him around. My vision is back to normal now, and I gasp at the sight of them. My heart stops as I see him throw him to the ground—and Colt charges after him. Jared shoves Colt away, but Colt grabs his arm, throwing his fist back and throwing it down like a hammer, pounding Jared in the face, not once, not twice, but three times.

“What the hell is all this ruckus about?” I hear Cliff say as he opens the back door. Cliff’s eyes go wide as he takes in what is happening. Colt lifts Jared back to his feet and drags him to his car.

“Don’t worry, we can share the little whore,” Jared says as blood trickles off his lip. Cliff rushes over to me and kneels by my side. “Are you okay?” he says as he lends me a hand. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he pulls me up, helping me to my feet.

“Get the fuck off my property before I call the cops,” Colt says, almost loud enough to wake the neighbors. Jared spits near Colt’s shoes before a bloody smile spreads across his face.

“You haven’t gotten away with this. I'm sure I’ll see you in that strip club next to the bar soon. You’ll be spreading your legs for all the guys to make that rent money, and I’ll come in and buy your ass. That’s a p- ” Colt punches Jared again, shutting him up. And Jared growls. Bringing one of his hands to his lips, inspecting it.

“You knocked out one of my teeth. I’m a fucking model. I don’t care who you are. I’ll press charges against you asshole. How’s that for publicity.”

“Yeah, go ahead and try. I’d love to see how that goes.” Colt seethes.

“Fuck you, man, she’s not even worth it.”

“Get out of here!” Colt waves his hand, and Jared takes no time to get inside it.

I’m not shocked Colt did some damage. They both are tall, but Colt has at least thirty extra pounds of muscle on him. Sweat glistened across Colt’s brow as everything around us disappeared. Cliff looks at me and Colt, and I’m sure he feels tension.

Once Jared is no longer in sight, Cliff says, “Is everything alright? Who the hell was that?.”

Colt doesn’t say anything. I blink, and Colt drops his gaze. The spell is broken.

“Alrighty then. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Colt stares at me for a moment, looking me over, and I’m guessing he’s checking to see if I’m hurt. I’m not bleeding, and since Jared slapped me, I’m sure the only sign of brokenness is a red cheek, which is hard to see in the dark, but so is my shattered heart that bleeds out with each passing second he stands before me, unmoving.

“You okay?”

I swallow. My throat is dry, and the only thing I can do is nod. He shakes his head a couple of times before looking to the ground and then back up at me before he turns around and starts walking back to the lake house.

44

Abigail

“Without music, life would be a mistake.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

The following day, I was sore everywhere, so I decided to give my body a break and sleep in. I hoped to catch Cole before he left to take Bodie to football camp and ask him about last night.

Was he mad about Jared? Or was he still angry at the video? Or both. Maybe he thinks none of that would have happened if he hadn’t taken the video of us in the first place. My head was pounding, and the confusion made it that much worse.

Blake's room was pretty much done, so I wanted to ask Colt about the journal I found. From the looks of it, he should at least listen to it or read it with me.

I walk into the kitchen, and it’s unnervingly quiet. I immediately feel something is off. I hear the toilet flush and see Cliff exit the bathroom around the corner.

“Hey there, well, your face isn’t as swollen as I thought it would be,” he says as he opens the refrigerator.

Not in the mood to deal with Cliff, I asked, “ Have you seen Colt this morning? Or did they already go to football practice?” I looked at the clock, and there was no way they had already left since it was an hour before they had to be there.

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