Chapter Eight - Come back

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It's been a few days since that whole argument went down at Nate's house. I've been ignoring his 37 missed calls and 42 messages. All of his messages say the same damn thing.

(Nate's Text)

Sarah i didn't mean what i said to you.
Sarah, i'm sorry.
Please come back so we can talk about this.
I need you.
Sent: Saturday, 10:32am

Stop fucking ignoring me.
I'm Coming to your house.
Be there in 10.
Sent: Sunday, 6:03pm

I'm here.
Your Mother says she hasn't seen you in a week.
Sarah. Stop fucking ignoring me.
God dammit Sarah this is fucking serious answer me right now.
Sent: Sunday, 6:13pm

Are you coming to school today?
I don't see you at your locker?
Sent: Monday, 8:32am

You weren't at school today? Why?
SARAH FUCKING ANSWER.
Sent: Monday, 2:15pm

Sarah i'm worried, Jules said that you never came to her place.
Where the fuck are you.
You know what, fuck you.
Sent: Monday, 6:12pm.

I laugh at his messages with Jules. If you're confused. I am staying at Jules' place, she lied to Nate because i asked her to. Honestly, i've had a lot of fun staying here. Her father is a bit creepy, but not as bad as Cal Jacobs.

Jules and i were laying on her bed watching Baby Driver. The sound of my message notifications kept on interrupting us.

"You gonna answer him eventually?" Jules questions

"No. But i do have an idea to piss him off."

"Well..spill!"

"That party at Mckays tomorrow night. I'm gonna randomly show up and flirt with guys just to make his day."

"Fuck yeah, sounds like a plan." I smile in return,

"Wait..what if he looses his temper. Remember what he did to me at the last party?"

"He's not gonna hurt you. And if he tries to..wait i don't know. What could we do?"

"We could threaten him."

"We have nothing on him?"

"I do. Well, not on him, but his father."

"Bitch, what?! Tell me the details. Right now!"

"His father fucked me."

My jaw dropped. I'm sure it's on the floor right now.

"He what?!"

"Yep."

"Why do you look so calm? He fucks little kids?!"

"Hey! I'm not little.."

"No, but you're a minor. He fucks minors."

"Shh don't say it too loud. My Dad is downstairs!"

"Have you told anyone else?"

"Only Rue, and you. You have to promise not to tell anyone, unless it's to threaten Nate. Promise?"

"I promise, of course!" I hear her sigh in relief.

"Wait, does your dad know?"

"Are you dumb? Also keep it down, he can probably hear!"

"Right, sorry. Anyways, we have something on that fucker. If he ever tries to pull anything on us, we drop the bomb."

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