GoodReadChapter 30 “You're nothing but a ball and chain, so stop hanging around my cousin.” It was my freshman year at college, and Hank and | were classmates. We weren't in the same faculty, but we shared the newbie status. I've always been a softie, so | let his comment-slide without a fuss.
But Hank was relentless. “Phoebe, why so high and mighty every single day? You're just a nobody but a little tramp kept by the Fitzgerald family. My cousin's just keeping you warm at night, and do why you think you're some kind of lady?" The people around Hank snickered, “Sure, she’s a lady. But she’s ‘Lady Escort.” | felt my face flush with humiliation, the sting of tears threatening to show.
Hank, with his entourage, circled me and spewed insults.
Desperate to escape, | turned and saw Dexter standing nearby, his face stormy.
I looked at him and pleaded for help.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut it was the first time he looked at me with such cold indifference; his gaze was filled with disgust before he turned and walked away.
Because he did nothing, Hank grew bolder in his harassment.
Then, on a crisp autumn day during my twentieth year, at the birthday gala for Dexter's mother, Hank found his moment and pinned me down in the shrubbery of the back garden.
Looming over me, his voice was sickening and menacing, “Phoebe, so many men have had a piece of you. Why not let me have aturn?” & “You can't always let my cousin have all the fun. Let me in on the action, huh?” he added.
| tried to push him off, but he was immovable.
| wanted to scream, but his hand clamped over my mouth.
“Scream, and I'll kill you.” He threatened.
| wasn't afraid to die, but he was overpoweringly strong.
“Phoebe, it's clear as day you've got the hots for my cousin. The Fitzgeralds took you in out of charity, and you bite the hand that feeds you, thinking you can trap him with some marriage contract.” Hank sneered. He continued as he watched me struggle, “I'll tell you the truth, Dexter sent me to teach you a lesson, to remind you of your place. You're nothing but a bitch bred by the Fitzgerald family.” | slowly stopped fighting. My eyes were filled with despair.
Thinking I'd surrendered, he loosened his grip on my wrists and started eagerly tearing at my clothes.
15.02 That's when | grabbed a rock from the ground and smashed it against his head.
Hank looked at me, pain flashing in his eyes before he ran off.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat day, | curled up and hid in the garden for a long time. Until the autumn rain soaked me to the bone in the nightfall.
It was then | realized | had to escape the Fitzgerald family.
I needed to escape. | had to leave.
Otherwise, | would end up dying at the hands of the Fitzgeralds. | would be dying by Dexter's hand.
| studied relentlessly, striving for honors and scholarships, but no matter how hard | tried, it was never enough to counteract the slanderous whispers.
Rumors spread that Dexter was with the campus belle, Melody. They were the golden couple. perfectly matched.
And | was the vile woman who plotted against her, slandered her, and schemed against her.
Hank led the charge; he was labeling me promiscuous, claiming | threw myself at men and almost hit on him.
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