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“Well, you didn’t. And while we’re being honest and forth... forth... righting... forthcoming! Yeah, that’s the word. You couldn’t even be bothered to come to my mom’s funeral! You need to leave!” I point dramatically to the door.
“I... I was there, Taryn. I was... giving you space,” he says almost too low for me to hear.
My eyebrows practically hit my hairline. “What did you say?”
He walks to the door, opens it, and says, “Lock the door behind me and go to bed. Goodnight, Taryn.”
TWELVE
Carter
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Ilie in bed, wideawake, and staring at the ceiling. Then, I bring my phone up to my face and watch the video again.
Taryn dancing with some guy at the club, his hands all over her. Then another guy, and another. While I’d been eating late-night takeout alone earlier, my ex, Richelle had texted me. A video was attached with a caption:Isn’t this your jailbird friend’s sister? She’s really hoeing it up tonight!She included a laughing emoji face.
I really regret keeping photos of me, Eric, and Taryn in my house. The psycho had asked way too many questions about Taryn while we were together.
Of course I had watched it. Taryn drunk and dancing with a few different guys. The crazy heifer had gone through the trouble of making a compilation of videos of Taryn throughout the night.
She looked really drunk. I put my food down and immediately left, showing up to her condo to make sure she was okay. I was more than relieved to see she’d hired a car and not driven herself. That would have definitely sent me over the edge, especially since she more than knows better after what we went through with Eric.
I put the phone down and contemplate what she said tonight... I took her virginity? So I was right. The blood I saw in the bathroom wasn’t just her maybe starting or ending her cycle. It was her innocence. And yes, I just left. I didn’t believe it was true. She was twenty-one back then after all. Don’t most girls start having sex at like sixteen?
I don’t know. I don’t want to know. I feel like an asshole all over again. But there’s nothing I can do to change it now. What’s done is done.
Lying here, I wonder if she’ll remember what I said about her mom’s funeral. About me being there. Will she be upset? She is already clearly pissed off I hadn’t shown—and she has the right to be.
I’m getting a headache from all this overthinking. I should have popped a couple of her Tylenol myself.
The phone buzzes in my hand. Richelle.
Maybe if I answer she’ll leave me alone.
“Yeah?”
