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“Where is he now?” I throw the covers off of s over the side of the bed “I have to see him I have to explain what happened”

“He’s gone” Oliver leans forward, resting his elbows on his legs “He took off last night, told his dad he’d be gone a few days No one has heard froet a hold of him since” He blows out a hard breath

“This isn’t happening” I drop my face into est everything Oliver just said

“After I got iven you soet you out of there You were coot ho around to squeeze the back of his neck

“Why?” My question seeuard

“Why?”

“Why bring me home? Why even try to help me? Why not just leave me there?”

“Listen, I knohat I’ve done is horrible but I’m not a monster”

“Yes, you are” I point esture to nothing in particular “If it wasn’t for youme believe that Zayden had slept with me for sport, I never would have been at that party I never would have been drugged And Zayden wouldn’t be off God knohere doing God knohat, believing that I willingly went into the aruy less than twenty-four hours after we slept together for the first time!” My temper flares in my voice

“It’s not like I knew this would happen,” he argues

“It doesn’t matter if you kneould or wouldn’t This is what happens when you play games When you lie When you turn people’s lives upside down for your own sick a out of bed I sway slightly when hteningthe saht

“I get why you’re angry You have every right to be,” he starts, his words cutting off when I spin toward him

“Do not tellword toso badly I can barely keep the all around

“Rylee…” He stands

Before he can say anything else,hiainst the chair, barely able to keep hiht