Diamond
The screen is black, the distant buzzing of silence all I can hear when I click on the video and wait for something to happen.
There’s nothing.
No sound.
No image.
Shocker.
Unknown number, sketchy messages? I knew this had to be a prank from the moment I unlocked my phone, but I could’ve sworn I’d seen a shirtless Finn in the thumbnail of the video?
Nah.
Get real, Dia, it can’t be him.
He’d never do that.
My gaze drifts from my screen to the bathroom. I hear the shower running and Finn’s muffled voice on the other side of the door. Is he on the phone? This is the second mysterious phone call he’s received today. Who’s calling him all the time?
My overthinking comes to a screeching halt when I notice movement in the video. The phone recording this is resting on a bed, pointing toward a wall. I squint, discerning what seems to be a desk? Then a creaky noise begins grating on my ears.
It sounds like…
A squeaky mattress?
The camera starts to move back and forth, matching the squeaky noises. Then I hear a girl moan.
This is a sex tape.
I’m this close to chalking it up to a “wrong number incident” when the walls of ignorance I was hiding behind crumble around me. My palm flies to my mouth as I look ahead of me and realize…
I’ve seen that desk before.
I’m afraid I might throw up, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the wooden desk next to Finn’s bed.
This was filmed here.
This is Finn’s bedroom.
Fingers with black nail polish slide into the frame, gripping the sheets. The moans intensify. The female hand grabs the phone and lifts it up to reveal a scene that reaches into my chest and shoves my heart out of my body.
The video doesn’t show the deed, but it shows a girl trapped underneath a muscled torso, a guy’s face buried deep in her neck as they fuck like animals.
But it’s not just any guy.
It’s my guy.
My Finn…
And the girl?
The girl is Lacey’s friend, Remy.
The navy blue pillows in the background of the video knock the air out of me. I glance down, tears soaking my face in an instant. I’m sitting on the exact bed where they did it. The bed where Finn told me he’d die for me not even thirty minutes ago.
Oh my God.