Chapter 1
My boyfriend decided to “test” me, so he gave
our apartment’s security code to some random drunk downstairs.
After the drunk forced himself on me,
brutalizing me, Mark broke up with me right
there in the hospital.
“You weren’t smart enough to avoid it, and you
didn’t even have the guts to protect your
honor,” he sneered.
“You failed my test, Ashley. I’m so
disappointed.”
The truth hit me like a punch to the gut, and I
went ballistic, trying to call 911.
But my so–called bestie, Brittany, clamped her
hand over my oxygen mask.
“If you had any shame, you would’ve offed
yourself after what happened. Since you’re such
a lowlife, I guess I’ll have to help you along.”
I begged Mark for help, but he just gave me this
cold, dismissive look.
“The video of what happened to you is going
viral. The best thing you can do is die.”
I was too weak to fight back, so I watched as
the two people I trusted most made out right in
front of me, celebrating my impending death
and planning how to divvy up my stuff.
Then, I woke up.
I was back in my apartment, a half–hour before
the “test.
Ding!
The notification from WeChat startled me. How
was this possible? I was dead, wasn’t I? |
tapped the notification, a message from Mark.
[Babe, stay put. Don’t go anywhere. I ordered
you some takeout. It’ll be there in half an hour.]
That’s when it hit me. I’d been given a second
chance.
Last time, I’d been so excited, waiting for
Mark’s delivery. Then, this wasted dude had
shown up, barging in like he owned the place.
다
He’d looked me up and down, eyes glazed over
with lust. I’d begged, fought, but he’d been too
strong, too violent. I’d blacked out.
When I came to, I’d called for an ambulance
myself.
Then, waking up in that sterile hospital room, I
saw Mark and Brittany staring down at me like I
was something they’d scraped off their shoes.
Before I could even speak, Mark had dumped
- me.
