The Bet (18+)

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Chapter 32

I’ve never ugly cried in my life but as I walked back to the house, I was a sobbing mess. Everything was screwed up now and I didn’t know how to fix it.

The girls were still at the bonfire, thankfully, as I went upstairs and did the first thing that came to mind. I grabbed my laptop and started searching the net for Damon Carmichael.

Not much popped up at first, but as I kept digging, I finally found it.

It was a link to a newspaper article from some town in Georgia printed around the time I would have graduated from high school.

On Friday evening, around midnight, officers of Langley PD were called to the scene on Route 90. A three-car collision occurred on the route as the Toyota sedan crossed the center line and struck the oncoming Chevy pickup head-on. The 45-year-old male in the Chevy pickup was killed on impact. The third vehicle in the collision; a two-door Monte Carlo, struck the Chevy pickup in the rear. Airbags were deployed but no serious injuries to the 22-year-old female driver.

The driver of the Toyota Sedan, Damon Carmichael was a 17-year-old boy who upon a blood test, registered a .12 blood alcohol content. 12-year-old Emma Carmichael was in the passenger seat. She took the brunt of the collision and was killed on impact.

Damon Carmichael was arrested on scene and charged with Vanessa’s Law (underage DWI) and vehicular homicide.

No other charges were given at this time.

My heart sank in my chest and I didn’t realize that I had started to cry. Oh, Damon! No wonder why you’re all screwed up! I’d be the same way.

Then my eyes scanned down the article and found another one dated for several weeks after the accident.

17-year-old, Damon Carmichael is being held at the Langley County Jail. Bail has been set and now he awaits his hearing. None of the parties involved in the collision are pressing charges. Being a minor, Langley PD hinted that he’d walk away from the case a free man, but not without penalties.

Oh my God. I have to go find him! I can’t let him be alone right now no matter how pissed off he was or how angry he was when he kicked me out of his room.

But as soon as I ran downstairs, the girls came home with Mitch and Ryan in tow.

“Taylor!!” The girls sang out.

I tried to get by them but Ryan held me by my waist.

“Come sit with us! You have to tell us how that night really went with Damon. That kid said he was a legend. Was it good?” Rose snickered.

I wanted to slap that stupid look off of her face. She didn’t deserve to know that it was amazing and that he was amazing.

“I have someplace to be,” I grumbled, trying to get out of Ryan’s hold.

“Awe, come on, Taylor,” Ryan purred into my ear. “Stay awhile. Maybe I’ll take you upstairs and win back that two-hundred bucks. What do you say?”

I turned and kneed Ryan in the balls. He went down like a sack of potatoes and the girls screamed.

“Taylor! What the hell is wrong with you?! We’re your friends and you’re choosing some guy over us?!”

I laughed. “I’d choose Damon over any of you every day of the week. You’re all a bunch of stuck up assholes and our friendship was always fake! I’m done here!” I turned toward the door.

“Good riddance, you fucking skank!” Rose screamed. “Now we won’t be known as the sorority with a whore.”

“Too late, honey, you already held that title well before me,” I snapped back before I whipped open the door.

“I wonder what the Dean will say when he hears about you and Professor Weiland. Or, about all the times you’ve been out past curfew. Or, about all the guys you have here.”

I snorted. “Go ahead and tell him.” Rose thought she had a hold on me, but what she didn’t know is that I gave the Dean a blow job last year and he knows I’ll use it against him if he ever comes after me. I’m not proud of what I’ve done, but it sure was nice having all this arsenal in my bag for moments like this.

“He’s gone,” Ryan groaned from the floor. “Your lover boy took a bus out of town. You’re too late.” The grin on his face made me want to kick him again, but I didn’t have time for that.

I didn’t believe a word he said and knew I had to haul ass over to Damon’s or the bus stop before it was too late.

A/N: Yikes, so the information is out. Now we know why Damon has been hiding and keeping to himself for all these years. Poor Damon...


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