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Mad got up off my bed and headed towards the door, but not before saying, “I got you, R.J. Whatever you need, I got you.”
And that’s what made us a dangerous bunch.
There were no limits on revenge when you had a bunch of people who’d follow you into the bowels of hell, no questions asked.
Chapter 32
Lake~
It was Saturday evening, and I still hadn’t heard from Ramsey. Now, granted, I’d just gotten home a couple of hours ago, and after showering and eating, I had fallen asleep again, but that was to be expected according to the doctor. My blood tests had shown a high level of GHB in my system, so he said I might feel lethargic for the next day or so, so to take it easy.
The second time I had awoken, my parents and Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph had been in the room with Eden, and it had been hard to field all their questions. The frustrating part had been that I hadn’t even been able to answer most of their questions. My memory stopped at me and Curt arguing, and that wasn’t any help to anyone. Everyone felt horrified that I’d been drugged, but also guilty that it had happened. Though it was no one’s fault, other than Curt’s, guilt was always there when something bad happened to someone you loved.
As for the visit from the police, that had been more of the same thing. They had asked questions that I couldn’t answer, and without evidence or a confession from Curt, there wasn’t anything they could do. Sure, there was proof that I’d been drugged, but no proof of who’d done it.
And the only reason I hadn’t reached out to Ramsey during all this? First, I knew my parents would react badly to finding out I was dating a Reed, and they were upset enough as it was. Second, my head still hurt, and I wasn’t sure I had the energy to deal with his reaction to all this, which was sure to be explosive. Third, I couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t go off and kill Curt before I could get any answers.
There was also the fact that, when I had gotten my phone back from my parents, there’d been no missed calls or texts from him since he’d taken off for Port Lucia. He could still be nursing a hangover in Port Lucia, or he could still be tangled up in bed with someone else.
I could admit I was afraid to find out.
When the door to my bedroom opened, I looked up and saw Eden walking in, and she looked furious. I sat up straighter in my bed, and ask, “What’s wrong?”
She came and sat down next to me, and I scooted over to make room for her. “Have you heard from Reed?” she asked, and my stomach plummeted.
I shook my head. “No,” I told her. “I haven’t heard from him since yesterday.”
Eden took a deep breath before saying, “I’m going to show you something, but…try not to get too upset. I know you still feel like crap.”
“Just show me, Eden,” I demanded. “My mind is-”
“Okay, okay,” she rushed out as she handed me her phone.
Taking her phone in my hand, I looked down and there was a selfie of Erica, only the picture wasn’t about her. The picture captured me and Curt in the background and it looked like we were loved up and going into the bedroom together.
A horrified gasp escaped me, and I started feeling sick. I read the caption and I could hardly believe my eyes. “What is this?”
“Keep scrolling back,” Eden grimaced.
I did as she told me, and the pictures Erica had posted showed some skewed portrait of me and Curt together, working things out. But it also brought back a vague memory of Curt giving me something to drink, maybe. I shook my head because it was fuzzy still, but…there was something there.
“It gets worse, Lake.”
I looked up at her. “How?”
“Scroll forward to her most recent posts.”
Eden had assured me that Curt hadn’t had enough time to do anything to me, but what could be worse? What else could Erica have possibly posted? But as I made my way through her timeline and found her most recent pictures, Eden was right.
It was worse.
There were countless selfies of her partying it up with Windsor students. Or, at least, I assumed they were Windsor students because I didn’t recognize anyone in the backgrounds. But then that assumption turned into fact when I came across a selfie of her and Chance McCellan. He had his arm around her, and the caption read ‘The only SCH to get invited to Windsor’. They looked cozy and my stomach threatened to revolt. And the feeling got worse as picture, after picture of Erica appeared and it looked like she was having the time of her life.
What happened to anyone but Erica Chambers?
“He…he must have seen the pictures from last night,” I mumbled mostly to myself.
“He must have,” Eden agreed.
