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Leah says, “She’s only like twenty-five. I think we all dated guys like that in our twenties.”
Ronnie mumbles. “I just hope he doesn’t fuck her up mentally in the process.”
I think we all worry about that. Jo is a lot like Ronnie, but where Ronnie has a thick skin and lets things go, Jo appears to have a thick skin but feels things more deeply than she lets on.
Moments later, we have moved on to another topic. Meanwhile, I glance at my phone, anxiously awaiting a text from Dane.
Chapter forty-three
Fifteen will get You Twenty
Dane
One of the downsides to owning a pick-up truck is that everyone and their brother will ask you to borrow it. Or I guess I should saysistersince it was Jenny who called and begged me to help her move some stuff to her storage unit. A few times a year, Jenny gets the urge to declutter her house but rather than completely getting rid of it, the hoarder in her insists on simply putting it in storage.
Both she and her husband drive a Prius, so I get called on to be her mover for the day. It’s always been a pain in the ass–especially since now, it’s afurther drive for me–but I enjoy getting to spend a couple hours with Ashley.
But now, I’m ready to get home, so I can see Michelle. She’s all I’ve thought about all day. Who am I kidding? She’s all I think about most days.
And tonight, we will get to spend all night together. I’ll get to feel her next to me while we sleep and wake up with her in my arms. Any time we’ve had together has been few and far between, so I plan on doing it right. I got candles, wine, and chocolate-covered strawberries. We are going to enjoy every second.
I haven’t told her I’m on my way back yet because I want to get everything set up before I do.
As I get closer to my house, I pass a raging house party. It’s not surprising. On this road, there are a few fraternity houses for the local college. House parties are a pretty common occurrence.
The car in front of me slows down to drop someone off, so I get stuck behind it. Anxiously, I tap my thumb on the steering wheel as though it’s somehow going to make them hurry up.
With my windows down, I hear a guy, “Come on, baby. Let’s go back inside. I’ll show you my bedroom.”
Wow. What a line.
I look over to see if the girl is actually falling for it.
What I see has my jaw hitting the ground. The girl in question…is Eve.
What the fuck is Eve doing at a college party? Michelle told me she was staying the night with a friend. Clearly, she wasn’t told the whole story.
The car ahead of me moves, but I don’t. After a quick glance in my mirrors to make sure no one is behind me, I go back to watching the scene to my right.
The terrible, awful scene.
The guy grabs Eve’s hand, trying to lead her back inside, but she keeps pulling away.
“No,” she says. “I don’t feel good. I need some air.”
“Come on, baby.” Without warning, he yanks her toward him and shoves his tongue down her throat. She fights against him again, and I see a couple of his buddies coming to help get her back inside.
I’ve seen enough.
I yank the steering wheel so hard that my truck lurches onto the curb. I’m so pissed that I don’t even care about that.
I storm out and onto the large lawn.
“Hey!” I shout at the guys. “Let her go!”
The guy looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Whoa, man. She wants to be here. We’re just having some fun.” As if he’s now the one who’s lost his mind, he slaps her ass.
“She's fifteen, you fucking idiot,” I say.
