One Night With Her Destroyed Their Perfect Futures Chapter 07
A New Beginning
Every single one of them is booked at the station. The parents are charged with aggravated assault and battery.
The guys face their own charges. Criminal conspiracy. Filing false reports. Assault on a minor. The list grows longer by the hour.
Students with criminal records lose their enrollment eligibility.
Years of grinding, studying until 2 AM, sacrificing everything for those test scores, and it all ends with their acceptances revoked and their names blacklisted from every university in the country.
Just like that, these kids, who should have graduated from Ivy League schools and gone on to become doctors, lawyers, and engineers, threw it all away for one night of pleasure.
Whose fault is it? Their own, every last bit of it.
Ethan and the others get exactly what they deserve.
And the other party, the mastermind behind it all, Vivian Lane? Her fate isn’t any better.
Vivian’s medical report is even more horrifying than the rest. The doctors confirm that beyond HIV, she carries multiple co-infections, STDs layered on top of each other. She’s essentially a walking biohazard.
Knowing full well she was infected, she still went ahead and slept with every single one of them.
The judge calls her conduct “extremely malicious.”
Vivian is sentenced to prison and ordered into mandatory medical treatment.
But then something happens that no one expects.
Somehow, someone leaks her release date and location when she’s let out on medical parole.
The parents of the infected boys find her first.
One of the fathers, the one whose son had the highest SAT score in the state, walks up to her on the street and stabs her eighteen times.
Every wound is fatal.
Just like that, Vivian Lane’s chaotic life comes to an end.
She’s dead. But she still dragged every guy in our class down with her.
In a twisted way, she achieved her “plan” after all.
Her story ends here, but the damage she caused never will.
But mine is just beginning.
Move-in day arrives before I know it.
Mom and Dad drive me to the airport. Mom cries while Dad pretends he isn’t crying. The usual.
At the security gate, I turn around and wave at them one last time.
They wave back, smiling through tears.
I grab my suitcase, turn toward the terminal, and walk forward.
This time, I’m going to live my life on my own terms.
No one gets to write my story but me.