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But I couldn’t stop myself from hitting the play button.

Maybe this was a way that the unknown number was trying to get back at me.

On the screen, Alec sat in a lounge chair by the pool with his head resting back against his shoulder and his eyes closed. A bunch of the hockey athletes were gathered around him, laughing at how his dick—covered in blood and crusting pussy juice—hung out of his pants.

Someone slapped him hard on the cheek. “Dude!”

He lifted his head off his shoulder and slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a nap. “What’s going on?” he asked groggily, glancing around at his teammates, who laughed at him. “What happened?”

While I wanted to be pissed at Alec, how the fuck could anyone record him in a time like this? He had been asleep, drunk off his ass, but still … asleep and vulnerable. I wouldn’t go around recording Vera half-naked because I thought it was funny.

“Who’d you fuck out here?” Frazer, one of the hockey bros, asked.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone,” he mumbled.

“Must’ve been good if you couldn’t even stuff it back in your pants,” another said.

Eyes widening, he peered down at his jeans and saw his soft cock covered in dried pussy juices and blood hanging between his open zipper. Alec scrambled to quickly stuff himself back into his pants.

He looked around, his eyes widening, as if he was remembering something.

And then, suddenly, his face paled.

He stood and shook his head. “I-I didn’t?—”

“Dude, come on,” someone said. “You’re probably too drunk off your ass to remember.”

“Y-yeah, you’re probably right,” Alec said.

But the same desperate, worried expression was written all over his face, like it had been last night in the restroom of the hockey stadium. It looked like he really had no idea of what he had done.

Or maybe … what had been done to him.

My throat dried, my fingers shaking. Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. I remembered the first time Spencer had raped me, the first time I had begged him not to fucking use me like I meant nothing to him.

I hadn’t wanted him to take my virginity. I had wanted Alec to.

But I had … I had felt the exact same goddamn way.

Nobody even knew about it, not even now, except Vera.

After handing her back the phone, I sprinted down the hallway to Alec’s locker. He usually didn’t show up until right before the bell rang, but lately, he had been getting here earlier. I needed to talk to him before he saw that video.

I didn’t want him to do anything rash, anything impulsive.

If he had truly been assaulted that night, then he hadn’t told anyone. Or maybe he had, but they just hadn’t believed him. Either way, I needed to find him as soon as possible. I wanted to be that person for him that Vera had been to me.

Most importantly, I wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone.

When I turned the corner, he stared down at his phone through wide eyes. Red blotches covered his neck, his breathing erratic. He dropped his phone in the middle of the hallway and suddenly took off toward the exit as everyone watched his video on replay.

CHAPTER21

ALEC

Istumbled down the hallway in a blind panic, racing toward the exit. The noise from students seemed to get louder and louder in my ears, becoming overwhelming. And everyone wouldn’t stop staring at me. They had all seen it.

The video of that night.

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