Brittany always showed up whenever Mark and I
had a date. They acted like they couldn’t stand each other, but their social media activity told a different story.
And Mark, Mr. Perfect Boyfriend, always had something nasty to say about women who reported assault. “She’s just saying she was assaulted. Who knows if she even wanted it?”
“She’s probably loving the attention. What’s she
complaining about?”
I’d fought with him about it, even threatened to
break up. But he’d always apologized, sweet-
talking me until I forgot what a scumbag he
was. I slapped myself. “You should have seen it
coming. You did this to yourself.”
I glanced up at my apartment window, a faint light shining through. A wave of satisfaction washed over me. Brittany, you said you’d rather die than lose your virginity. Let’s see if you
meant it.
I sat in my car for a few minutes, then
something clicked. In the hospital, Brittany had said the video of my assault was blowing up online.
L
Where did that video come from?
I was sure the drunk hadn’t filmed anything. Which meant… there had to be a hidden
camera.
Mark must have installed it. Then, after the fact, he’d leaked the video online to justify dumping
- me.
Realizing that made my blood run cold.
Which meant Mark could see what was
happening right now.
