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But what the hell happened with his father? Why was Jake so furious about Victor missing the game? He didn’t even check on Victor to make sure he was okay. He just...

I close my eyes for a moment and take a shuddery breath. As I hug myself, I wonder what to do. Is Jake always like that, or was it just because Victor didn’t have the energy to fight back?

Victor is an adult. If he wants to press charges against his father, he can. Except, I don’t know if that’s true. I could’ve called the cops on Sebastian a billion times, and yet, I didn’t. There was always something that stopped me.

Fear. Shame.

The fact that probably nothing would happen, and Sebastian would be back even angrier, after he convinced everyone that I was crazy and he couldn’t possibly have done something like that.

I need to talk to Victor. Maybe there’s something we can do about his situation. Maybe I can testify against his father as a witness. Or I can just listen to him because I know what it’s like to be around someone so violent.

If he doesn’t want a scandal in the press because it might affect his career, it’s his choice. If it’s the first time Jake attacked him for who knows what reason, then maybe they’ll solve it between them, or Victor will cut Jake out of his life for a while.

I can’t know what’s happening. Jake could be like Sebastian and just snap and then pretend nothing happened or bring a nice gift as an apology the next day. And Jake can afford really nice things. But then again, my situation was completely different from Victor’s, and I could be wrong about everything.

Victor probably thinks that I didn’t see anything and that I ran away immediately. If he knows that there’s someone on his side, maybe it’ll help him. Maybe he and I can bury the hatchet and be friends.

We already fucked, so it’s not like we’re strangers. I’d be willing to forgive him if he apologized for what he did to me and helped me understand why he did it.

We don’t have any classes today, but I get dressed and head out. The library is open, and I doubt Victor is holed up in his room. I need to find him.

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“VICTOR!” I CALL ASsoon as I see him.

I’ve been waiting in the hallway that leads to the library for a while, and now he’s finally shown up. My plan to catch him here has worked, and in the meantime, I’ve memorized two chapters of the textbook I brought with me.

His gaze lifts to me. His left eye is still swollen and the bruise looks worse than in the photos.

“What the fuck do you want?” he snaps.

“We need to talk. About what happened yesterday.”

“Nothing happened.”

My lips part in surprise. “You know that’s not true. I saw it. I saw everything.”

“Oh, you’re right.” He glares at me with his good eye. “Somethingdidhappen. You fucking poisoned me!”

“We can talk about that too.” I don’t know how he’s figured it out, but he could’ve seen me with his real bottle when I gave him some water.

“You should talk to the authorities about that, not me.” He flashes me a cold smile.

Shit. But I get why he’s mad. If I hadn’t messed with his drink, he wouldn’t have missed the game and his father wouldn’t have been furious with him.

So yeah, it’s my fault, but it’s not like he has any proof and he doesn’t want an investigation, or he would’ve reported me already.

“Do you want me to tell them about all the things you did to me too?” I don’t want him to forget it, because it’s not like I went after him for no reason. “Or about what your father did to you?”

He bares his teeth at me. “My father didn’t do anything to me.”

“Do you want me to lend you my mirror?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“It was an accident.”

I frown. “Do you remember what happened last night in your room?”

Maybe the meds messed him up more than I thought. Maybe he really doesn’t remember all of what happened.

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