Ben couldn’t believe what Charles had texted him. And he still wouldn’t, if it wasn’t for the slight fact that his friend had sent actual photos, irrefutable evidence to back his claims.
So, it was true. The cogs in his brain started spinning like crazy, until he arrived at a sinister plan of action. He smiled and got out of bed.
One door down from his was Amber’s room. His sister’s. Her door still had pony and rainbow stickers on it, and five different colored letters, forming her name.
She was such a sweet, innocent girl. Well, sweet to everyone except Ben. Even though she was younger, she was always a total bitch to her brother. Ratting him out to their parents when he stepped out of line, bad-mouthing him to every girl in town. Their mom and dad considered her the perfect child, a sweet little angel, but Ben always suspected it was all a charade. And now he had proof.
He twisted the knob and pushed the door open without knocking. Amber was sitting at her desk, watching something on her computer screen. She turned her head to see him.