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the hallway shined through my room as Taylor peaked his head in.
    “Chelsea and I are coming in. I hope it’s okay.”
    I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to, because I knew he would stay with me even if I refused his company. I closed my eyes once more and sniffled.
    As darkness fell over me once more, I felt them climb on the bed, and as Chelsea lay beside me, her hard, pregnant stomach pressed against my back and her hand rested on my arm while Taylor lay in front of me.
    “Are you okay?” Chelsea asked.
    I couldn’t find my voice. I was too wrapped up in my sorrow to get the words out.
    “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” Taylor said.
    “Okay,” I choked out.
    “Do you want to talk about it?” Chelsea asked.
    “No…I just want to forget.”
    The door clicked open once more, and Andie stood in the doorway, uncertain if she should come inside.
    “Paige.” Her voice was soft, almost soothing as she called out to me.
    “Come on in, Andie. It’s a slumber party tonight,” Taylor said.
    She came in, and climbed on the bed and lay her head on my legs.
    No one said anything after that, and for that, I was relieved. I didn’t want to talk. Just like with Tessa, I knew that I wouldn’t ever get over tonight. I would bury it deep within, where it would forever stay an open wound. The damage was done.

Chapter Three
     
    The light from the bright morning sun shining through my bedroom windows was enough to make a nun swear. I sat up, wincing and holding my pounding head. I had a serious hangover, and I had every intention of getting up and closing my drapes, but quickly stopped when I saw my dad sitting in my vanity chair by the end of the bed. I sat there unmoving, afraid to even move as his tired, angry eyes never left mine. He still had his work clothes on. The top three buttons were undone as his black and blue striped tie hung loosely around his neck.
    “My house is destroyed.”
    I ran my hand through my unkempt hair. “It’s fixable, though.”
    I was leaning more toward humor, but the tone of my voice made it sound like I was serious and didn’t give two shits. I did. I hated seeing the disappointment in his eyes.
    He shrugged. “I’m not so sure you deserve your present.”
    He leaned forward, picking up a square box wrapped in purple colored wrapping paper. “A welcome home present. It’s not like I have a choice, though. It did cost a pretty penny so there better be some use to it.” He sat it on the bed.
    I groaned on the inside. I was such an ass. He bought me a present and I destroyed his house. Way to go, Paige.
    His eyes closed briefly as he exhaled. “Random teenagers undergarments floating around in my pool—the thong that was clogging up the filter. Broken windows, a broken banister, throw up everywhere. Oh, and you’re going to love this one: a naked couple passed out in my bed. My bed; not yours, Paige, but mine. And to top it all off, you almost got raped. Not the kind of bullshit I want to have to deal with after having a very tiring day at work.”
    “Serious conversations aren’t exactly my thing in the morning.”
    He huffed. “Paige!”
    I winced. “Dad, please don’t shout. My head is killing me. I feel really bad that you bought me a present and I messed up the house, okay? But I can’t go back and change it.”
    His brows rose as the corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile. “Oh, currently hung over, are we? Well, maybe I should talk a little quieter,” His voice grew louder with every word.
    I groaned and grabbed my pillow, placing it over my face.
    “Did you even know this guy before you decided to show a tour of your room?”
    I was suddenly sucked back into the events of last night. The eyes of a monster looking down at me as he forced himself upon me. That face, with the most malicious eyes I had ever seen that made my blood run cold. The struggle to break free.
    I looked down as the deep pain of sorrow rose from the pit of my stomach. I was