Two Wrongs Dont Make A Right

Chapter Six: I Will Make The Exorcist Seem Like A Fairy Tale

I woke up a few hours later , feeling beyond tired. It was a Saturday though , so I didn't have to go to school , but even if it had been a school day I would've ditched.

I suddenly remembered what had woken me up and I twisted , dragging my phone into my face. It was about 3 in the morning , and I squinted through the dark into the harsh light of the phone.

17 texts.

I clicked on them , and my phone brought up a screen filled with texts.

Two from Ryder's backup phone , one from Alec , and the rest all from Laurel. What the hell? Why was everyone texting me? And why were the ones from Ryder's backup phone sent from a girl I knew from constant partying.

First I clicked on Laurel's first text. An apology. Delete. The next five were all apologies , and then they started getting more frantic. I deleted all her apologies and more frantic texts then moved on to Ryder's back up phone.

The girl , Sara , was using it.

This is what made my heart drop :

To : Blake

From : It's Ryder

Blake! Hey , it's Sara from the parties. We need you to get to 373 Pinewood , now. It's serious.

I dropped my phone , scrambling up. It must be an emergency. I yanked on a off-white knit sweater , and black jeans. I ran down the stairs , grabbing my phone and purse. I silently crept out the front door , praying that my parents wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

I snagged the keys to my dad's Jeep Commander , then locked the door behind me. I slid into the front seat of the Commander , wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans. By law I technically wasn't allowed to drive , but it was an emergency. Screw the law.

I drove carefully outof the garage then gunned it , speeding out of the neighbourhood. I kept to the backroads , hands clutching the steering wheel and my eyes flying around everywhere. I had a fake license and could easily pull off sixteen , but I was a bad liar under pressure from the law.

I soon slowed down as I wrenched the wheel hard , turning onto Pinewood. My mind started spinning.

I parked and pulled out myphone , dialing Ryder's back-up number.

Sara answered after the first ring.

"What's going on?" I barked into the phone , worry and guilt overwhelming me.

"I can't explain over the phone. Please just come inside. Almost everyone's cleared out." she sobbed into the phone.

Fuck.

I gunnedthe engine again , speeding intothe driveway. I grabbed my stuff and jogged out. There were all the signs on a party. Trashed yard , house looking dejected. I ran through the open door and found Sara. There were about a dozen people all together in the kitchen , while I saw something in the livingroom next to Sara.

I crouched down beside her , sucking in a breath. Alec was currently sprawled across the couch , bruises from Asher's beating still visible on his face , and Ryder was curled up loosely on the floor , with his eye swelled up.

"What happened?" I huffed , pushing Ryder over so he was on his back. The front of his shirt was torn , bruises flowering underneath.

I turned to Sara , shocked.

"What happened?" I asked , eyes wide.

She sighed and leaned back against the couch.

"Well , Alec came before them. Me and him sorta had plans." she says , pouting slightly. "But then Ryder and Laurel came in together. I heard Ryder telling Laurel to stop texting you , but she ignored him. When she didn't stop Ryder took her phone and whipped it across the room. He looked pretty hammered. I doubt he'll even remember it." she said , cracking her knuckles nervously. "And Alec wasn't him. He had been smoking earlier , with some of the others. Pot I think. And he was drinking. It was enough to make him lose control. So , Laurel started screaming at Ryder , and then Ryder starting yelling about how you were such a slut , and you jumped from friend to friend just because of jealousy , and then he started trashing you about how you probably have millions of STD's and shit."