Chapter 8

Elena POV

I’m in my car, reversing fast to get the fuck out of here. I don’t care if Ella’s in the car; I’m silently crying as the darkness covers the tears on my cheek. She won’t see me crying. I don’t care if it’s those devilish Quads’ party; I need to go. I’m in the mood to drink my life to a stop.

Ella didn’t finish with her makeup before I dragged her out of the house, because if she spent one more moment there tonight, I’m afraid of what the outcome would be. She’s finishing her makeup as I start the car.

I don’t understand why I was given a whore for a mother. Jesus Christ, my dad fucking loved her, gave her everything, and made sure she lacked nothing, and this is how she repaid his love? By fucking his own very best friend?

“Trash!” I yell out of control, pressing the horn of the car. A car is in front of