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She wouldn’t cheat.

When I saw past her, I saw my parents’ car, and it was burning.

Twenty-Eight

The momentI turned to look at Rhett, I felt Scarlett freeze in my arms, bringing the fucking high I was on to an end.

“No. No.No.” Scarlett started to whimper as she clutched to my hands, holding on for her life.

“Youdid this,” she whispered.

“Youdidthis,” she screeched.

“You did this!” she screamed.

My heart was beating like crazy as Scarlett started sobbing hysterically, and it was breaking me. I had no idea what was going on.

“Scar, baby, what’s going on?” I asked her in a gentle tone.

People around us were staring. Ollie and Isaac were already by us, asking me if she was okay, but I couldn’t concentrate on them when Scarlett was like this.

“Scarlett, what’s wrong, baby? Please tell me?” I asked her, noticing the music had stopped.

“They killed them,” she whimpered, looking straight ahead at where Rhett looked pale and Gigi looked like she was going to be sick.

“What is she talking about?” I asked through gritted teeth, turning to look toward them.

My frat brothers started to push people out, clearing out the house. Someone said to call an ambulance, but I tuned them all out.

“I asked you a fuckin’ question,” I gritted out.

I was confused, and my hands started to shake. I felt as if lava was in me, ready to erupt.

Gigi looked shaken up,but shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s crazy.”

Rhett kept looking at Scarlett. Fuck, my girl seemed almost comatose, and that fucking terrified me. I knew she’d lost it in junior year, but that was nothing compared to how she looked right now.

“I don’t even know her,” he said, but it was obvious it was a lie.

“You were supposed to be my friend,” Scarlett screamed, seeming to get out of the trance she was in and was now in hysterics while looking at Gigi.

I kept rubbing soothing circles on her back as if that would help.

When Audrey knelt on the floor, I handed Scarlett to her and walked to where Rhett and Gigi stood.

“What is she talking about?!” I screamed at Gigi.

When she started to cry, I grabbed Rhett by the collar of his shirt.

“Why is my girlfriend accusing you of killing her parents?!” I heard gasps behind me but ignored them. “What the fuck did you do?!”

“It was Rhett!” Gigi screeched.

Fuck, I felt as if someone had punched me. I looked at Gigi in disgust, and then at Rhett. The guy was always entitled, but this was—fuck me, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Fuck.

I took my fist to Rhett, punching his face and feeling the cartilage of his nose breaking. I was about to hit him again when I was pulled back.

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