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I beam at her. Flustered is the right word. I just dropped a major bomb and haven’t had proper time to think it through, but I know everything will be okay. “It’s Jarred, Kendall. Yes, it is. Is everything ready?”
“Yes, sir,” Patrick confirms, reading through the clipboard in his hands. “Bryce brought the film by earlier. We’re still missing a few parents, but I’m sure they’ll filter in soon. We were just waiting for you to start.”
I look around for Noah and see that he isn’t here with us. I would have liked him to see the highlight reel. Unknowingly, or by pure instinct, he’s in a lot of the footage. I’m not upset, though because this means things must be going well with him and the twins.
I nod quickly, walking up in front of the projector, ready to greet the parents. As usual, I feel a tingle of nerves whenever I speak in front of a large crowd, but I push it down. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished this summer, and I’m confident enough to admit that I want to show it off. “Hello, parents and guardians! I want to welcome you to Camp Trinity! How is everybody doing today?”
There’s a resounding cheer that echoes through the dining hall. I let their energy fuel me, feeling higher than ever. “Amazing! As you might know, these last couple of months have been great. I’m sure that your children have grown to appreciate God and all his wonders during their time here. The goal of Camp Trinity has always been to help them on their journey to become bright young individuals who approach the world with kindness and compassion. As per tradition, we’ve made a highlight reel of our time here at camp! I hope you enjoy it!”
Another round of claps fills the room as I take a step back, standing tall and proud next to the projector. My chest swells with affection for all the kids as the video plays—images of them showing off their new skills, clips of them making new friends, snippets of the happiest moments of their lives—and I’m reminded again of why I do this.
But then…
No.
Oh no.
How is it that your world can shatter in just a split second? There’s that split second—that one moment—when you know that everything is about to crash down around you.
It’s that feeling of landing on the concrete after free falling, your guts splattered on the ground, your blood pooling out of your mouth, your shit coming out of your ass. Lifeless and reduced to nothing.
And that’s how I feel right now, watching Noah fuck me on the big screen.
“What…” My heart seizes and all the blood rushes to my cheeks. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how this could have happened.
How the fuck did this happen?
Kendall gasps beside me, transfixed by the image on the screen, tears springing in her eyes. “Mr. Walker, what is this?”
“I…” But I don’t have any words. I recognize what’s playing on the screen. It was one of the times when Noah and I snuck over to my cabin in the middle of the day to fuck. I had no idea someone had noticed us. I had no idea anybody wouldfilmit. “No. No. No…”
“You should be arrested!”
“This is a disgrace!”
“Why would you show this to us!”
“I can’t believe I sent mychildrenhere!”
“Pervert!”
I’m assaulted all at once as I back away from the screen as the once-happy parents turn into a righteous mob. I don’t blame them. Thisissick and twisted. Thisisperverted.
That beautiful moment with Noah has been tainted and broadcasted for everyone to see, and I can only stand like an idiot as I watch my world collapse all around me. So, I do the only thing I can think of.
I run.
The reel still plays in the background as I run into a broad body. I’m ready to fight the parent off me in my attempt to escape, but the smell of cigarette smoke fills my lungs and I realize it’s not one of them.
Noah looks panicked as he stops me right outside the dining hall. His hands automatically reach for my cheeks, his eyes wide with concern. “Jarred, what’s wrong? Why are you—”
He stops in his tracks, however, when he hears his obscene command that I come filter through the open door. He looks just as shocked as I feel but steels himself with a determined resolve in those hazel eyes.
Not letting go of me, he barks into the room. “Turn that shit off! Babe, it’s okay—”
“This can’t be happening!” I screech, pushing his hands away from me. They feel like blood and poison, diseased and sickly.
“It’s okay,” Noah coos, casting a nervous glance behind me. “It’s all going to be okay.”
