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I told Xayden we should go to the cops or something, but he vetoed that. Something about how if nothing is wrong then we are wasting our time.
I, of course, pointed out that Rory was kidnapped twice now. So, something is absolutely going on.
Pulling out my phone, I open up Instagram and mindlessly start to scroll. I look up and find Dekker just shaking his head at me, so I wink at him and smile. I’m a few seconds into a cute cat video when I hear Xayden screaming for everyone to get the fuck out.
“Now! Move it! Party is fucking over! Get the fuck out! Brothers! Get everyone out of this fucking house now!” Xayden is pushing people out the door and yelling at the brothers of the frat to help.
I am right, something is very wrong.
Dekker and I stand up and exchange worried looks. Rory.
We both run over to Xay, and I grab his arm and pull him toward us. “What the fuck is going on?” I demand.
He yanks away from my grip. “She’s gone. She’s fucking gone.”
“What? What do you mean she’s gone?” Dekker’s eyes widen as he clenches his fists.
Xay pulls out her phone and hands it to me. “She left it. Wallet, purse, not here. Her clothes are gone, too.”
Powering on her phone, I get to the lock screen. “Give me a few.” I rush up to my room and pull up the security system. I happened to see her enter her password last week, so I enter 1-3-1-3 into the phone, and her home screen pops up.
The first thing I pull up are her messages and I see that she has one from an unknown sender. That instantly raises the hairs on the back of my neck.
Unknown:
Enjoy this video of your “boyfriends”. Real nice guys. Imagine what they are saying about you right now.
*Video attached*
I click on the video and watch it all the way through. My stomach twists as I realize how that must have looked to her. How angry Xay was. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Who the fuck was watching us? Who recorded this and sent it to her? I run my hand down my face. This looks so fucking bad. If this is the reason why she ran… actually, I can guarantee this is why she ran.
Placing the phone down, I pull up the video feed from the last time that I checked on her and brought her water. From there, at about thirty minutes out, I see her leave Dek’s room and walk toward mine. Only, she doesn’t. She stops and looks at the door that leads to our church.
The place where we hold our important meetings, where we do official frat business. Church. I watch as she opens the door. A door to a room that should be locked at all times. Who the hell didn’t lock it? That is obviously a question I will have to solve another day.
We have no cameras in the church. So I watch and wait for her to reappear again. And when I do, I see the confusion on her face. She comes running down the stairs and shuts the door. She sprints toward my room, and I switch cameras to see if I can glimpse her from outside the hall. I get lucky that she stops just over the threshold, pulling out her phone from her back pocket.
She studies the phone. That must have been when she got the message and video. I can see the side of her face, but not what she’s watching. Her frown and narrowed eyes give away that she is definitely watching that video.
Rory’s head snaps up, and I can see her chest rising and lowering quickly. She’s panicking. She runs a hand through her hair, and she looks around the room. She disappears for a bit, and I see her come back with a duffle bag. She stops again and takes out her phone, doing something on it before tossing it in my trash can.
She grabs her other things and then heads out into the hallway again, but more careful as I am assuming she is making sure we are not coming up to check on her. She halts at the stairs, and internally I am begging her to turn back around.
And even though I know in the end she runs, I’m begging for a different outcome. She left. She took off and who the fuck knows where to?
Rory runs down the stairs, and I switch the video to see her try to push herself through the crowd. She looks around as she heads toward the door. Which, I am guessing, is keeping an eye out for us.
Once she makes it out of the house, I switch to the outside cameras.
I watch her run to her Mustang on the street and throw her stuff in. She slams the door shut, starts the car up, and peels out. I watch her until she’s no longer seen by the camera.
And just like that, she’s gone.
I don’t know how long I just stare at the empty screen. The video paused at where her taillights were last seen.
Anger swirls inside me. Anger that she could just take off like that.