Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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I avoid the place in the library where Bash and I...Did what we did.
Thank God no one knows about that, it's fucking embarrassing. It makes me foil up thinking about how not only did I touch myself but I let him fuck me the way he did. Bile rises in my throat when I start to wonder if he was picturing Foxy the entire time?
Why not? My sister is dead, why not just pretend I'm her? I have her face, practically. No one but him would be the wiser. He is a liar, after all, he probably believes I'm her or something sick like that.
Resting on my elbows, hunched tiredly over the desk I take a single finger and type in the search bar Sebastien Walker.
I doubt anything will pop up, I'm sure there's loads of Sebastien Walker's--,
"What the fuck?" The hairs on my neck stand and I snap up from laying on the desk staring at the first headline under the internet search.
Sebastien Walker placed in police custody after altercation with father, Lawrence Walker, turns deadly
My throat and mouth become dry as a cracked desert.
I click the link at lightning speed and audibly gasp when a picture of a bruised Bash poses for a mugshot is just underneath the headline of this Australian News Website.
I read the article so fast, I don't even have a chance to breathe as my eyes devour it.
What I learn is not only Bash Walker is a liar but he also killed his father.
That's not all. His father, who I learn was an alcoholic and truck driver, also had many felonies to his name for beating up Bash's mother and Bash as a kid. Then this fateful night Bash killed him by choking him out.
It's not hard to find the dirty details. Even some photos of the scene are online.
An hour into sifting through articles about this, I learn Bash and his mother were awarded a settlement not because of the divorce -- like he had told me, but because the initial reports didn't do their due diligence and check Bash's age.
It's no wonder he was so adamant about Van Doren's project.
"I feel sick," I mutter leaning back into my chair staring at the last article I've landed on.
Yet again, the rug is pulled from under me.
Again, I'm uncovering more and more lies.
All this asshole can do is lie. He's lied to me since the second I met him. He's probably not even been honest with me.
The longer I sit sulking at the desk the more I feel like I'm rotting on the inside. I feel as though I'm boiling and I'm about to rage and boil over.
When my phone vibrates beside the keyboard a growl builds within my chest and everything is telling me not to look, but I'm caring less and less to show any sort of control the more the seconds go by.
