After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“The video spread so quickly that her parents found out before even a day had passed. Her family was really big in their church community . . . so the news didn’t go well. They kicked her out of their house, and when word got around, she lost her scholarship to the private university she was going to that fall.”
“You ruined her,” I say quietly.
Hardin ruined this girl’s life, the way he once threatened to ruin mine. Will I end up like her? Am I already just like her?
I look at him. “You said you’d never been with a virgin before.”
“She wasn’t a virgin. She had slept with one guy already. But that’s why my mum sent me here. Everyone back home knew about it. I wasn’t in the video. Well, I was fucking her in it, but I wasn’t visible; only a few of the tattoos on my arms were.” He grinds one fist into the palm of his other hand. “That’s sort of what I’m known for there now . . .”
My head is spinning. “What did she say when she found out what you did?”
“She said she fell in love with me . . . and she asked if she could stay at my house until she found somewhere else to go.”
“Did you let her?”
He shakes his head.
“Because I didn’t want to. I didn’t care for her.”
“How can you be so cold about this? Do you not understand what you did to her? You led her on. You had sex with her and taped it. You showed your friends—and basically the school—and she lost her scholarship and family because of you! Then you don’t even have the compassion to help her when she had nowhere else to go?” I shout and stand up. “Where is she now? What happened to her?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t care to find out.”
The most chilling part of this whole thing is how casual and cold he is about it. This is nauseating. I see the pattern here, I see the similarities between Natalie and me. I was left with nowhere to go because of Hardin, too. I have no relationship with my mother because of Hardin. I fell for him while he was using me as part of some sick game.
Hardin stands up with me but keeps few feet of space between us.
“Oh my God . . .” My entire body begins to shake. “You recorded me—didn’t you?”
“No! Fuck no! I would never do that to you! Tessa, I swear to God I did not.”
I shouldn’t, but part of me does believe that part, at least. “How many others?” I ask.
“How many others what?”
“Did you record?”
“Just Natalie . . . until I came here.”
“You did it again! After everything you did to that poor girl, you did it again?” I scream.
“Once . . . to Dan’s sister,” he says.
Dan’s sister? “Your friend Dan?” It makes sense now. “That’s what Jace meant when you were fighting!” I had forgotten all about Dan and Hardin’s fight, but Jace had hinted about some previous tension between the two of them.