Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I needed that information so that I could cut them out of my family’s lives forever, something I wouldn’t do lightly since my dad seemed genuinely fond of hers and was happy to have his friend back. I was pleased to find that they weren’t part of her shit but realized somewhere along the way that the relationship might be tarnished anyway because of what I was going to do to her.
I never knew I had it in me to be this vindictive. Funny how the only two people I’ve ever been tempted to destroy are the two who’d hurt my girl. Her dad and now this simpleton who’d bitten off more than she could chew. Had she come at me, she’d probably have stood a better chance of me walking away and saying two tears in a bucket, fuck it. But because she’d gone after Lora with that vile shit, I couldn’t let it go.
I think I enjoyed this shit way too much, though, which is why Steve was freaking the fuck out. He probably thought I’d become some kind of monster who wouldn’t be able to go back to the way I used to be before this all started. The truth is I didn’t do much of anything, just uncovered the dark truth about Sherry, and decided to expose that shit to get back at her for what she did to Lora.
High school is fucked up enough without having that kind of ugly gossip following you around. And for someone who’d done what she had and was planning to do again, you’d think that she’d be the last one to open her damn mouth to slander, someone, for some shit they didn’t even do, when she was guilty as fuck of much worse.
One of the first things I learned was the routine she’s been working on since she turned sixteen, a very dangerous scheme that involves threatening to ruin the lives of very wealthy men after sleeping with them, with a few teenage boys thrown in just for fun.
From what I gathered from reading her digital diary, it started when her dad told her he was going to cut her off after college. There was no explanation given for this decision, just a notation that she made a few weeks before she wrote the blueprint for her new scheme.
At sixteen, she started going after the businessmen her dad worked with or with whom he had an acquaintance. There would be pictures taken of their sexual encounters and conversations recorded. Later she’d put the squeeze on the unsuspecting victim until he paid up. The families of a few boys also paid her off after she claimed to be pregnant, which it seems no one ever verified, choosing instead to just pay her off to get her out of their lives without too much fuss.
She was making serious bank until she fucked the wrong guy and the tables were turned. He’d knocked the hell out of her and threatened to turn her into the cops. She’d recorded all of it in her digital diary. That experience had scared her pretty bad, but it didn’t stop her for long.
Instead, she came up with a new enterprise, and this is the one that was about to get her ass kicked by half the female student body. Now I looked at her, wondering how she had the guts to face me knowing that I knew her darkest secrets.
Tyler
“I don’t know what you think you know about me…” She was fishing and not doing a very good job of it. Paul elbowed me in my side, and I looked around to see a group of girls glaring in our direction.
“I think you’re about to find out.” Her eyes followed mine, and I’ll give her this, she’s smart as a whip.
It didn’t seem to take her long to put two and two together as to why the girls who’d sided with her, at least the few who’d held on because they were thirsty as fuck, now looked like they wanted to skin her alive. “If I were you, I’d start thinking about how to get out of this one. I don’t think your dad will be as understanding as the last time if he has to pack up and move again so soon.”
I walked away after dropping that bomb and didn’t even look back when I heard the raised voices. The school has a no-tolerance policy when it comes to violence, something I’m sure none of them would break, but at least I was guaranteed that she’d spend a very miserable day with the verbal attacks. If she couldn’t avoid them off of school grounds, that was not my problem.
I felt a slight pang of sympathy and guilt for her parents. They can’t be held responsible for her actions, not entirely anyway, though it was obvious that they’d spoiled her rotten as a child. But I think maybe she’d made them pay enough for that one, then again, who am I to judge. Maybe whatever led her dad to threaten to cut her off was behind her fuckery, maybe she was trying to get back at them.