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I'm so sorry, guys!!! I was working all day yesterday and then I got sick, so I didn't get a chance to upload, but here it is!!

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"This is the library," I point up to the building. "I don't really sit here much, but Lena does."

"I love studying in silence," she adds.

"I don't," I laugh. "I usually sit in a café, just to have some background noise."

"And that works?" Quinn asks. "Your grades are okay?"

"Yeah, they're alright," I nod. "They could probably be better, though."

"Your grades are better than mine," Lena snickers. "College is definitely not for me."

"That's alright, though," Stacey adds. "I never went to college, and I'm doing fine."

"Have you decided what you'll do once the semester ends?" I ask Lena. We haven't spoken about it since she told me she was thinking about dropping out.

"I think I'll wait until the end of the year. I'll change my major to something I'm passionate about, like design, but I'm not too sure."

"That's okay. You don't have to know yet."

"I think I want to do beauty, so I can focus on makeup. Or even do something with fashion."

"I can see that," I nod.

"What about you, Sarah?" my sister asks me. "Have you decided on your major yet?"

"Not really," I admit. "I was hoping to do music, but it's actually my worst subject."

"Really?" she scowls. "I thought it would be your best."

"Yeah, I thought so too. Turns out, I'm a lot better at biology and medicine."

"Do you enjoy those subjects?"

"I do, yeah. I actually haven't played piano in a week or so."

"Oh god," Stacey wrinkles her nose. "I was afraid this would happen."

"What?" I scowl.

"I have a friend who was into photography, so she went to get a qualification, but it completely turned her off it."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want that to happen to you. If you like playing piano, you shouldn't be focused on what some teacher tells you. It's a form of art, isn't it? There's no right way to do it."

"That's so true!" Lena gushes.

"SO you think I should drop music?" I ask.

"Maybe," Stacey nods. "You love playing piano, and I don't want you to lose that."

I take a moment to consider her words. She makes a valid point. Studying music hasn't necessarily turned me off playing, but it definitely could have impacted my motivation to do so. I usually play to cope with my anxiety, or just because it makes me happy. But the more I think about it, the more I worry that I'm focusing too much on my grades. I didn't even play the piano when I was arguing with Tyler. That should be a major sign.

"So... I should major in medicine?" I question, trying to detangle my own thoughts.

"Maybe, yeah," Stacey says.

"Or," Quinn shoots me a teasing grin. "You should become a cop like me"

"I don't know," I laugh. "I don't think I could do that. I'm really not cool with the whole gun thing."

"Yeah, I couldn't do that either," Lena says. "Plus, you'd be in constant danger."

"I've never gotten hurt before," Quinn says. "I've been afraid, yeah, sure, but you have a whole team around you."

"Have you ever had to shoot someone before?"

"Never. We don't deal with violent people that often. It's mostly drunks."

People like Tyler.

"That sucks," I comment, unsure what else to say. "But it's also good. I mean, you don't want to deal with violence that often, do you?"

"Nah," she shakes her head. "Drunk people are annoying, but when you deal with actual, violent criminals, you're a lot more aware that you could get hurt."

"Well, speaking of police..." Lena trails off, glancing at the building before us. The police station.

Lena and I have been showing Quinn and Stacey around campus all morning. Even though it's Thanksgiving, they were insistent on seeing where exactly we study. I don't mind though, it actually works out pretty well. Despite the holiday, the police station will still be open, and hopefully, Detective Monroe will be in, and I can show him all the emails I received.

Besides, this campus tour is getting us out of cleaning the apartment. That's right. Right now, Tyler and Owen are at home, probably vacuuming, scrubbing the counter, and doing the dishes. We weren't expecting company, so the apartment was a total mess this morning. We don't even have a dining table, so I'm not sure where exactly we'll be having dinner, or who will be cooking. Hopefully, the boys will sort that out, because I don't think we have a Turkey or anything.

We definitely were not prepared for Thanksgiving, let alone guests.

But I'm glad they came. I love them. And Lena is such a good friend. She invited them when I was fighting with Tyler, just to cheer me up.

I'm surrounded by the best people, and I'm so happy.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" Quinn asks.

I hesitate for a moment. I want to do this alone, without my sister there to protect me, or help me. I can do this on my own, like a mature adult. But maybe having my sister there would be beneficial. She's an officer, too. She knows the law a lot better than I do.

I told her the truth about everything. After our morning run-in, and Tyler's awkward introduction, I quickly showered and got dressed, and then sat down for breakfast with my sister. I gave her some more details about mine and Tylers relationship, but I also spoke to her about the Christian situation.

She was disappointed I didn't tell her sooner, but she also understood I didn't want her to worry. She's always worrying about me, but she doesn't have to. At least, not as much as she used to.

"Yeah," I nod. "I want all of you to come."

"Good," she smiles.

"Let's go," Lena grins, linking her elbow with mine. I laugh at her, letting her drag me towards the building. I pull the door open, stepping inside.

Last time I was here, I was trying to get Tyler out of jail. Now, I'm trying to Christian in.

I'm relieved to find Detective Monroe sitting behind the counter. He looks up at me, smiling politely.

"Sarah Stone, right?" he asks.

"Yes, that's me," I nod.

"I saw you revoked your complaint."

"I did," I purse my lips. "But I'm not giving up."

"Is that why you're here on Thanksgiving?"

"Yep," I nod. "I have a whole stack of complaints and statements from victims, and also past fraternity members."

"Are these other victims?" he asks, eyeing the other girls.

"No, this is my sister, her girlfriend, and my best friend," I correct. "I have everything online."

"Yeah? Can I see?"

I pull my phone out of my pocket, opening my inbox. I smile when I see another five emails coming in. Last time I checked, was this morning. I turn the screen over, showing it to Monroe.

"I made an email address and posted it in the women's bathrooms, so everyone with information can reach me," I explain. "There's some really useful stuff in there."

"Wow," he reads them over. "This is impressive."

"I'm not sure how many of these people are willing to make actual police statements, but there's so much there, if I send them all an email asking them, I'm sure I'll get enough responses."

"We already know four or five people who would be willing to make complaints," Lena adds, and I already know who she's talking about. Herself, Steph, Tyler, and Owen. They've all witnessed what he's done.

"This is incredible," he says. "Do you mind if I print these emails out? I can remove the email addresses so their complaints can remain anonymous, but if you're serious about this, it's a good idea to reach out to them."

"I will," I smile. "They can't keep getting away with this."

"They won't," he says. "I'll start writing up search and arrest warrants right away."

I feel a weight lift off my shoulders. Perfect. This is just what I wanted.

Christian and his stupid fraternity are going down, and he can't stop it.

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