THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.
THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.
So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE has been rewritten & updated.
**IF A CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN/EDITED THE ^^ABOVE^^ NOTE WILL BE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER.
Chapter Twenty-One
Austin
I watched her every weak step, not taking my eyes off of her until she made it safely into the house. My shaking hands were still gripping the wheel of the truck, I was so pissed off that I could barely see straight. All I could fucking see was Hart out there on that gravel road on her hands and knees. The horrified look on her face was burned in my mind, plaguing me. The recollection of the way her panties fell to the ground in a bunch made me nauseated.
Hart. My fucking Hart. I felt sick. My heart tightened and I gagged. I was fighting to simply fucking breathe. I felt revolted at my own damn self for not trying harder to get to her before she got into his truck, for being the fucking reason she was running to begin with.
This was my fucking fault. If only I'd just stayed in that damn warehouse watching her from afar, where I rightfully belonged, she'd be safely sleeping at Terra Matthew's house. But I was a god-damn fuck up.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I began banging a tight fist against the wheel. I didn't-couldn't- stop until the pain was radiating up my fingers to my wrist.
After I composed myself and yanked the truck into drive fully intending on finding that fucker and putting him six feet under. He was fucking dead or at least, he'd wish he were dead once I was finished with him.
Before I could stomp on the gas, her final words began replaying in the back of my mind. If you do this, I'll never forgive you.
I was the reason she got into Tucker Wells truck tonight. I was the mother fucking reason she nearly got raped. She shouldn't forgive me. I wouldn't blame her if she hated me for the rest of her life. While I knew that she shouldn't, the thought of her hating me was undeniably gut-wrenching. It literally ripped me to shreds on the inside.
I wasn't sure if I could go on knowing that she'd never forgive me. Maybe that made me selfish, but the need to put her first was suddenly overwhelming. Right here and now, she was what mattered the most to me and I'd be damned if I were going to deny her of what she wanted.
The light from her bedroom window popped on, pulling me from my thoughts. I knew she was up there, and I knew damn good and well that she wasn't okay.
I found myself throwing the truck back into park. After a moment, I turned the truck off and pushed open the door. With long strides, I made my way to the front door and unlocked it with a key Ellis had given me a few weeks ago. I didn't waste any time stepping to the staircase and began taking steps two at a time until I was at the top. When I was finally outside Hart's bedroom, I turned the knob, not bothering to knock.
When I found her, she was in the bathroom still wearing those battered clothes. She was vigorously brushing her teeth. When she noticed me standing in the doorway, her eyes softened in relief before she leaned down to spit.
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