Hector Dimpsey—neither one of them—didn’t deserve that.
Ray was relentless. I felt like I didn’t have a choice.
But deep down I did. And I chose to hurt two people. One physically, one emotionally.
Both permanently.
I knew my time with the Sinclair family would have to come to an end. Ray, Regina, the whole lot of them. They were all insane.
I saw Hector in school the next day. He acted like nothing had happened.
He left me alone. That part was nice.
But at what cost?
Hector Dimpsey, Senior never pressed charges. He would have to admit that two teenage boys castrated him. He was too embarrassed to say anything.
And his son was never the same. He always had this haunted look in his face. Became much quieter, guarded. We broke him that day, and not even his Kingsmen could put him back together.
I didn’t go back to The Club. I avoided eye contact with Ray whenever we’d pass each other in the halls at school. Same with Max and Corey.
I’m not the kind of person they thought I was.
At least… Harrison isn’t.
They called me Harry. Brother Harry.
Everyone used to call me that, but most people started calling me Harrison in middle school. It sounded a little more mature. I liked it.
Ray was the only one who called me Harry.
Harry was the one who did those horrible things to Hector Dimpsey’s father that night. Harry was the one who wanted to sleep with his friend’s sister. Harry was the one who didn’t have the balls to say no when pressured to inflict enduring damage to a man who had never done anything wrong to him.
Harry’s favorite color was green. He wore it every day to school. He saw his favorite color in the neon highlights in Ray Sinclair’s hair and liked it.
No more.
I’m shedding that moniker—and my former favorite color—forever.
I’ll never lose myself like that again.
From now on, I’ll devote my life to healing people, not hurting them.
“Harrison, did you hear me?” Bianca’s sweet voice breaks through my thoughts.
I blink a few times. “Yes. Sorry. What did you just say?”
She smiles. “We have to go back to the club.”
I nod. “Right. Yes. Agreed. But…how am I supposed to get in? There’s no way Chet will let me through tonight.”
She lays a hand on my arm. “I have an idea.”
“What?”
“We’ll dress you up as a server.”
I cock my head. “We’ll what?”
