Page 135 of Broken Prince

“Thanks.” I nod.

“And if anyone asks why you're upstairs,” she says, lowering her voice so only I can hear her. “Tell them Sara said it was okay.”

“Okay...” I say slowly. “Thanks?”

She laughs. “You're Delaney, right?” I nod. “My brother is on the hockey team with Owen. He’s had my back a few times, so I owe him. My boyfriend is also part of the fraternity, and upstairs is off limits during parties for anyone but the brothers and their partners.”

“Oh, okay. Well, thanks. I’ll try the basement first, just to be sure.” I smile before leaving, wondering why she didn’t just go upstairs herself. Oh well.

It takes me a bit to find the basement, but as I head downstairs, I can tell people are partying down here, too, as a different song plays loudly.

“Do you know where the bathroom is?” I shout at someone standing against the wall. The guy nods, pointing down the hall. “Thanks!”

Heading down the hall, I pass a room with its door open. Normally, I wouldn’t bother looking, it’s none of my business, but the guy in the room says something that has me pausing.

“Fuck, Stacy,” he grunts, and I slow to a stop at the mention of her name. “These tits are fucking amazing.”

“Daddy paid for them,” she slurs, sounding like she’s drunk. “That little brat fucking ruined them.”

Brat... she can’t mean Benny?

I backtrack, taking a peek into the room, and wish I didn’t. “They’re perfect for fucking,” the guy says, thrusting up between her tits.

Stacy looks out of it, like a fucking zombie, as this guy fucks her tits. She lays there, eyes vacant, as she stares at the wall.

“Here, baby,” another guy next to her says. “You need another hit.”

My eyes widen as I see him stick a fucking needle into her arm.

She lets out this sexual moan as her eyes roll back, a lazy smirk taking over her face. “Fuck, that’s good.”

I’m stuck here, my feet frozen in disbelief at what I’m seeing. Something tells me to take my phone out and document this.

Thankfully, I put my shorts back on after the bounce house and took my phone back from Logan who was keeping it safe for me.

Heart pounding, I lift up my phone and hit record. I don’t get much, but I do get the guy removing the needle and the rubber band that was around her arm.

I can’t believe she’s using heroin. At least, that’s what it looks like; I don't know much about drugs.

This woman is a fucking fool. She doesn’t deserve Benny.

Abandoning the idea of using the downstairs bathroom, I head back upstairs to use the ones on the top floor. I’m showing this to Logan. Maybe this could help his case with proving she’s an unfit parent.

It’s her week with him, and she’s left him at home to go out to a party and do drugs. How fucking sad is that. God, this woman really is the worst. I hate her.

Slipping under the tape block, I head upstairs. It’s dead up here, I don’t see a single person. That means, thankfully, the bathroom is free. “Fuck yes,” I sigh, slipping into the bathroom.

Once I’m done and no longer feeling like I’m going to burst, I wash my hands and head out into the hall.

Needing a moment to myself, I lean against the wall and close my eyes.

I’m not going to let that bitch ruin my night. If anything, she just made it better by giving me something I can use against her.

“I’m not sure how we’re going to do it, Benny, but we’re gonna get you away from her and with your daddy for good,” I whisper to myself, staring at the home screen on my phone. I smile at the selfie of Benny and me. His face is full of strawberries, and he has the biggest grin on his face as he grips my cheeks with his hands.

Not wanting to leave Winter for too long, I stand up. I’m about to head down the hall when I hear crying.

Frowning, I pause, forcing myself to listen harder over the music.

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