Page 107 of Hate So Deep
She insists that she had no injuries on her body, which I can confirm, at least at the time I dropped her off because not only did I fuck her good on the damn countertop in the bathroom, but I was the last person to see her prior to going home.
So, what happened after, and did it happen in this very house?
To no one's surprise, especially my own, Lauren lives in a mansion on the hill in one of the nicest neighborhoods in town. However, it’s not the pretty spoiled princess who inspires me to figure this shit out.
Lauren may come from privilege, but it has its own chains and with each step we take into this mess, I smell the rot corroding her world from the inside.
Now, we’ve found evidence of something being covered up in her own fucking house.
Does she see what I do?
Maybe not because she hasn’t been able to break from the fog surrounding her but at some point, it’s going to hit home and there’s fuck all I can do about it.
All I know as I drop her at her dad’s house is that I can’t leave. Not yet but that means I have to break my word and after all this time and the shit I’ve pulled, I hate to do it.
Either way, if there’s anything I can do to change the momentum of where this is heading, I have to try.
Lauren doesn’t deserve this shit. Rich or not, spoiled or not, she didn’t ask for the shitty hand she was dealt.
I may not be a hero but I’m starting to feel like a fucking saint with all the shit I’m maneuvering to protect the one person I shouldn’t fucking care about at all.
Whatever.
Someday, she’s gonna look back at this as nothing more than a horrible time in her life. More than likely that will be from hercushy house and on the arm of some polo-shirt-wearing snob who can afford to pay for shit like the diamond earring I found in that damn rug.
Although the thought stings, it is what it is and while I’d like to think that I can do this on my own, I know the time has come to confess all to my friend.
Strangely, the notion doesn’t burn like it once did, and I suspect that’s because Colt has found his peace. Doesn’t his half-sister deserve hers too?
Lauren
The next few days pass in a blur. Dirk dropped me at my dad’s after our search of the house with promises to call but I haven’t heard from him.
Obviously, I want to know what he thinks we should do but I also just want someone to hug me and tell me this nightmare will be over soon.
I’ve started and deleted a text to him so many times that I can’t remember whether I sent it or not.
I hate to admit it but without all the festivities, my world lacks color and now I’m back to being achingly alone.
I heard through gossip that there was a vigil for Aimee last night. I caught pieces of it through social media before I closed that shit out.
I hate that Aimee is missing and seeing her parents all torn up about it hurts my soul.
What if I know something that could help them find peace?
The answer to that comes sooner than I would like the following day when the police show up with a search warrant at my mom’s house.
Every particle of my being is freaking the fuck out, but I manage to remain calm while she argues with them about her rights and why they aren’t looking for who hurt her son.
Frozen, I stare at the ground because I can’t look her in the eye. She’s always been an icy bitch but that’s not a crime.
Does my dad know what she did to Colt? Is that what he was referring to when he said she did some bad shit?
What about Buck? I can’t find a single person who actually cares that he’s gone. Not even his damn friends.
Does that mean he deserved to die?
Not only that but Mom didn’t even bat an eye when I came home with a dented car. She hasn’t said a damn thing about my bruised cheek or the way I move because my body fucking hurts.
