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Sean's POV

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗜'𝗦 words replayed in my head once the party was over. Could Karen do something so spiteful like that? Is she capable of that? Why does she hate Heather so much that she sets her up to get raped by some random guy? My mind ran a million miles a minute, so I wanted to go to Karen's to converse with her. Walking out of my house, I got in my car and started it up before driving to Karen's house.

Once I arrived at her place, I parked, walked to the front, and knocked on it. A few seconds went by before Karen answered the door.

"Well, what a surprise." She smiled, but I wasn't buying her facade.

"We need to have a serious talk," I said with a stern look on my face.

"Oh, okay." She replied, staring at me, confused.

Karen closed the door, led me to an outdoor seating area, and sat down.

"So yesterday, while at the yacht party, someone told me some interesting information," I explained, getting straight to the point, not wanting to prolong what I had to say.

"What was said?" Karen questioned, arching an eyebrow at me.

"They said that you set Heather up to get raped at that party," I replied, staring at the ground.

"Now, why in the hell would I do that?" Karen asked, throwing her head back in amusement.

"I don't know. That's why I'm here talking to you." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Did Heather tell you I set her up?" Karen questioned, jutting her chin in anger.

"Answer the question, Karen. Did you set up Heather to get raped at that party? Yes or no?" I inquired, getting irritated by her lack of response.

"That little lying bitch. I can't believe she would tell you that." She scoffed, shaking her head.

"Stop avoiding the question and answer me!" I yelled, having enough of Karen not giving me a response.

Karen's POV

The longer I stared at Sean, the angrier I became. I couldn't believe that bitch Heather would tell Sean something like that. I'm curious as to how she figured it out. How can he trust anything that comes out of her mouth? She only wants someone to feel sorry for her.

Flashes of Heather and Sean together crane to my mind, and my blood boils. Suddenly, I couldn't contain my rage anymore and exploded.

"You know what? YES, I SET HER UP!" I exclaimed, standing to my feet.

"W-What?" He stuttered, staring at me in utter shock.

"You wanted an answer, so I'm telling you. Yes, I did set Heather up to get raped." I explained as a sinister smirk appeared on my face.

"W-How can you do that to her?" Sean stammered over his words, still in shock.

"She took you from me! The second you two became friends, all your attention was on her." I accused, pointing my finger at him. "Heather is the reason you broke off the relationship."

"No, I broke up with you because the guy you slept with called and told me," Sean remarked, nodding and rubbing his chin.

"Liar." I scoffed, shaking my head.

"It's the truth, Karen, and you know it. I have the messages, too." Sean replied, pulling out his phone.

At this point, I wasn't hearing anything Sean was saying. All I could think about was Heather and Sean together as a couple.

Shaking my head, I glared at him, saying, "Wow, you believed her over me?"

"No, I believed the guy who told me. Remember when I asked you if it was true, and you didn't answer me?" Sean questioned, making me roll my eyes.

"Whatever," I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"What you did will come with severe consequences. You WILL get what's coming to you because you know how that saying goes. Karmas a bitch." Sean said, standing to his feet.

Sean glanced at me one final time before climbing into his car and driving off.

Sean's POV

When I was safe from Karen's house, I pulled my phone from my pocket and pressed stop on record. It was clever of me to get Karen to confess, and now I have to go to the police department. First I had to talk with Mr. Edwards and show him what I had filmed. Scrolling through my phone, I found Heather's contact name and clicked on it.

Strawberry Shortcake🍓✨ - Hello?

Hey, I'm on my way to your house. There's something I want you to hear.

Strawberry Shortcake🍓✨ - I'm home, so I'll see you soon.

Okay, I'll see you then.

Clicking my phone off, I continued driving toward Heather's house. When I arrived, I parked behind Mrs. Edwards's car and exited mine. I walked up the pathway to the front door and knocked on it. Soon, it opens, revealing Heather.

"Hey, what's been up with you?" Heather asked, allowing me inside her house.

"Good, I visited Karen earlier, and what I recorded on my phone will shock you," I explained, shaking my head.

"What happened?" She asked, leading me into the kitchen.

I sat with her at the table and played the recording I had of Karen's confession.

"Did Heather tell you I set her up?"

"Answer the question, Karen. Did you set up Heather to get raped at that party? Yes or no?"

"That little lying bitch. I can't believe she would tell you that."

"Stop avoiding the question and answer me!"

"You know what? YES, I SET HER UP!"

Upon hearing that, Heather gasped, eyes wide. "I fucking knew it."

"Should I show this to your dad?" I asked, seeing my phone down.

"You know what? No. Send me that recording, and I'll show him myself." Heather replied, shaking her head.

"Okay," I said, sending her the audio via text.

"Thank you for recording her confession. It was a brilliant move." Heather praised, smiling at me. "I knew Karen set me up. She planned that party knowing I would be there if you were."

"That makes sense," I replied, rubbing my chin in thought.

"Think about it. Maybe Karen and the guy that took advantage of me are working together." Heather explained, pacing the kitchen.

"Okay, but why would he agree?" I questioned, shaking my head.

"That's what we have to find out." Heather smiled, patting my shoulder.

Suddenly, an incoming message from my mother popped up on my phone, saying she needed my help. "I have to go, so I'll see you later,"

"Okay, and thanks again," Heather replied, waving at me as she walked me to the front door.

Walking to my car, I got in, fastened my seatbelt, and drove home. When I arrived at the house, I found out my mom needed my help cleaning the garage.

Heather's POV

After Sean went home, I sent the audio to Lori, and within seconds, an incoming call from her came through on my phone.

Hello?

Soul Sister😜🩷 - Is that audio Karen?

Yes. Sean questioned her earlier, and she confessed that she had set me up.

Soul Sister😜🩷 - Oh my god, that bitch. I want to hurt her right now.

You and me both.

Soul Sister😜🩷 - So what are you going to do?

I told Sean we have to find out why the guy agreed to help her because if you think about it, Karen planned that party knowing I would be there if Sean were.

Soul Sister😜🩷 - That makes sense.

I'm still in shock.

Soul Sister😜🩷 - I would be too. This situation is crazy.

Tell me about it.

Soul Sister😜🩷 - What are you doing right now?

I am looking at some clothes online.

Soul Sister😜🩷 - If you buy something, can you order me a black leather jacket?

Yes, if I can find one.

Soul Sister😜🩷 - Thanks, babes.

You're welcome.

Setting my phone on the counter, I sighed, running my hands through my hair. I knew Karen was behind my attack, but I never would've thought she'd admit it. This entire situation is blowing my mind. It's mind-boggling to me.

Grabbing my laptop, I started online shopping as I entered the kitchen. I bought Lori the leather jacket she wanted, which I would give her for her birthday in two months. After my purchase, I went to the fridge, grabbed an orange Gatorade, and drank some. As I sat in the living room, my phone started ringing. I looked at it to see my mom calling.

Hello?

Mom👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💋 - Hey, I'm on my way home. Are you hungry?

Yeah, I could use some food.

Mom👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💋 - Okay, I'll see you in a little bit.

Alright, see you soon.

Tossing my phone next to me, I lay on the couch and decided while waiting for my mom to arrive home.

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Being awakened by someone shaking me, I opened my eyes to see my mom standing there.

"Hey." I groggily greeted her, smiling, sitting up on the sofa.

"I brought you Chipotle." My mom replied, returning the smile.

Nodding my head, I grabbed my phone and followed my mom to the kitchen, where a chipotle bag with my extra chicken bowl sat on the table. I placed the bowl in the microwave to melt the cheese and took it out when it was nice and hot.

"Thank you, Mom," I said with a mouth full of chicken and rice.

"You're welcome, sweetie." She smiled, kissing my head.

Sitting there eating my food, I contemplated talking to my mother about the voice recording of Karen's confession. If I decide to show her, she'll know what happened to me. I sighed, leaning my head back as I stared at the ceiling. What should I do? Will she blame me for it?

How would she help me? I didn't know what to think. Suddenly, my emotions hit me, and I found myself crying. I stood up and ran to the bathroom to silence my sobs. My heart pounded, my chest ached, and my ears rang.

"It's okay, Heather. You're safe." I whispered, hanging my head low as I leaned my arms on the sink.

Slowly, I could feel myself calming down. I slashed water on my face and patted it dry. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I saw that I didn't look like my former self. My eyes were not as full of life as they used to be; my skin and hair looked dull. How can someone who's been through what I have get through this?

Leaving the bathroom, I returned to the living room and started eating my Chipotle bowl. My mind was still trying to process the traumatic thing I went through. Why me? Why did it have to be me?

Emmanuel's POV

Closing my car door, I walked into my apartment and shut the front door. I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter and went to the fridge for a cold water bottle. As I drank the cold beverage, my phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket to see an incoming call from Karen. A grin appeared on my face as I answered it.

Well, hello, Karen.

Karen - They know.

Excuse me?

Karen - Sean. He knows.

How?

Karen - He came over questioning me, and I got so angry that I admitted to setting her up.

How does that involve me? Did you say my name?

Karen - No.

Okay, then, I have nothing to do with that.

Karen - I'm just calling to let you know, but I have something planned.

Well, you know my number.

Karen - Okay, bye.

After hanging up the call, I stood there as my mind began to think. So what if Sean knows that Karen set up Heather to get raped by me. He won't run his mouth to anyone but Heather, and she won't run her mouth to anyone out of fear. At first, Karen told me she'd pay me, but I told her I'd do it for free. When it happened, it felt like I was high on drugs.

I got this head rush and didn't want to come down. Honestly, I loved watching her face contort in pain as I took her virginity; she felt so good. You can call me a sociopath, a psychopath, or even a sadist, but I could care less. You're probably wondering how I ended up like this. Well, I would say I was born like this.

Since I was a kid, I was fascinated with inflicting pain on other people. I loved watching their eyes swell with tears and fear. Especially Heather. There's something about the way she whimpered and moaned beneath me as she cried for me to stop. Maybe it was the way her face contorted in pain as I slid past her untouched velvet walls.

She felt so good clenching around me that night; I didn't want it to end. Her pleas for me to stop still lingered in my brain, and I could hear them when I closed my eyes at night. I wanted Heather so much, I craved her. The smell of her sweet scent engraved in my nose. I'm determined to get her back by doing what's necessary.