I screamed and looked at Blake, pleading.
“Blake, you don’t know who I am! You’ll regret
letting her do this to me!”
Blake sneered. “Who are you? Just some gold
digger whose mom must’ve blown my dad’s
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mind for him to force this engagement on me!”
Willow’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Your mom
is a slut, so you must be a little slut too. I
should strip you naked, maybe that will get rid of the smell!”
“No!”
Just then, my phone rang. I struggled to reach
for it, but Willow grabbed it first.
She swiped to answer. My mom’s voice
boomed from the speaker.
“Reagan, how did the dress shopping go?”
I screamed. “Mom, help me! I’m being attacked! They’re trying to strip me!”
My mom went ballistic. “What? Who is doing
this?”
My mom went ballistic. “What? Who is doing
this?”
Willow cackled. “It’s Willow, you dumb old hag!
Your little whore daughter was being a bitch, so
I’m teaching her a lesson!”
My mom’s voice was tight with rage. “I don’t
care who you are! You let my daughter go
RIGHT NOW, or you’ll be sorry!”
“Come and get me, bitch! I’ll be waiting right
here! I can’t wait to see your slutty little face!”
She hung up and threw the phone to the
ground. It shattered into a million pieces.
Willow slapped me again. “Like mother, like
daughter! When your mom gets here, I’ll strip
her naked too!”
The minutes ticked by. It had only been five
minutes, but it felt like a lifetime.
Finally, a familiar black limousine pulled into
view.
