Chapter 68: DAMON POV
As I approached our dorm room, Charlotte came out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me.
“Where the hell have you been? Do you not answer your calls?”
I looked down at my phone and saw that I had a few missed calls, but had no interest to see who they were from. I was with Taylor this morning and I didn’t want to be bothered by my phone.
“I was busy,” I growled as I pushed open the door and stepped into my room.
Charlotte was right on my heels and shut the door behind her. I was in no mood for her scolding conversation today and quickly grabbed a bag to start shoving my clothes into it.
“Have you seen Taylor yet?” She inquired but I ignored her. “I saw her walking from campus last night and drove her downtown. The girl was a wreck even if she didn’t say as much. You need to find her and fix things, Damon, this is getting ridiculous. I want you to…”
“Charlotte!” I boomed. “I ran across her last night and we’ve fixed things. I’m packing a bag to go stay with her again. Now, if you don’t mind, I have some shit to do here.” I didn’t owe her an explanation even if she was right about everything. I wanted to grab my shit and return to Taylor as quickly as I could.
Her surprised expression and the fact that she didn’t say a word made me want to laugh. It wasn’t often that I could make Char go silent but I loved it when it happened.
“You two made up?” She asked in surprise.
I sighed and turned my full attention to her. “Yes, now if there’s nothing else, I’d like for you to leave so I can do the same thing. Taylor’s waiting for me.”
She looked around nervously as she tugged on a strand of her hair. I knew something was wrong because she only did that when she was so nervous she couldn’t think straight.
“What’s wrong, Char?”
“Taylor’s dad has been on campus all morning. I saw him leaving Professor Weiland’s class and was headed for the dean’s office.”
The blood drained from my face as my fists balled up at my sides. Hitting her father in the face the other day felt so fucking good and I would gladly do it again in a heartbeat. What was that mother fucker doing here? And what the fuck was he doing with the professor and the dean? If he tries to hurt Taylor even more, I will personally take that prick out.
“Do you know why?” I asked through gritted teeth.
She shook her head. “I came straight over here to see if you had come home yet.”
“Fuck,” I hissed out before I began to shove more clothes into my bag. “I need to get to Taylor. Bring your car around and I’ll be down in five.”
She watched me for a moment and then nodded. I had no idea what was going on in that head of hers, but I could definitely see her gears spinning. Charlotte was a good friend and always had been. I knew I could count on her when it really mattered and right now, I needed to get back to Taylor as soon as possible.
My phone dinged and normally I would ignore it, but a strange feeling consumed my chest. I pulled my phone out and saw a text from Taylor.
T: Damon- I need you asap.
Her message was so short and sweet that I knew something was really wrong. My chest tightened as I grabbed my bag and texted her back right away.
D: you okay? Where are you?
I realized then that I hadn’t changed and quickly tore Taylor’s sweats and tee off and got into my own jeans and a zip-up, no shirt needed. I was in a hurry.
T: Star Motel. Highway 7. Please hurry.
The fact that she didn’t answer my question about her being okay made me sick to my stomach. What the hell could have happened? Charlotte saw her father here on campus so that couldn’t be it. My mind went through every possible scenario as I left our dorm room and headed back toward the stairwell. If anyone hurt her, they’d be fucking sorry.
D: I’m coming now.
I shoved my phone in my back pocket and ran down the stairs as quickly as I could, but barely made it across the threshold when I heard my name being called.
Frozen, I turned to find Mr. Dickhead himself, glaring at me. Taylor’s father had clearly never been a father for her entire life. Why he was here speaking to the men who fucked his daughter for their pleasure and her gain, made me wonder what kind of man he was.
“What the hell do you want?” I growled.
He snorted and stepped up to me. “Don’t be condescending with me, you little bastard. I’m going to assume you know where my daughter is. Tell her that I need to speak to her right away.”
“Yeah, that’s never going to happen. As long as I’m here, you’ll never speak to your daughter ever again.” It was nice to see the bruise I had left on his cheek, making me grin.
“You have no idea who you’re messing with, kid. I know all about your little criminal activities from high school. I also know that those charges can really mess up a person’s future, and I’m going to assume that you already knew that.” He smirked as I glared at him. “I can make those charges go away, Damon. You don’t want to be known as a sister-murderer anymore, do you?”
Every cell in my body ignited with anger as I pinned him with my glare. He could say whatever he wanted, but I knew his game. He was trying to have the upper hand here and I loved that he thought he could buy me out.
“And you have no idea who you’re messing with. Stay the fuck away from Taylor and get the fuck out of my face, old man.” I stepped right up to him, stopping inches from his face as I grinned with wild eyes.
He looked me dead in the eyes and then shook his head. “You’re making a huge mistake. My daughter will get tired of you and throw you to the curb before you even know what fucking hit you.” He stepped back, adjusted his suit jacket, and turned to leave the lobby.
I stared after him and tried with all my might not to pounce on his back and strangle the fucker to death. But I knew that would keep me from Taylor even longer and she needed me. I hiked my bag over my shoulder and walked toward Charlotte waiting in her car as I had asked.