Page 194 of Dare To Break

I snatch up my phone and scroll to the message chat I have with Miles, only a notification on the school’s social media app catches my eye.

Eli’s accusation rings in my ears.

Did you offer to suck Jace’s dick in return for a ride home? Or was just flashing your tits payment enough for him.

I click on it, and everything inside me freezes.

Arabella Gray—Whore of Churchill Bradley Academy.

The video beneath it begins to play. A blonde, blindfolded girl is naked on her knees. Her pink lips are stretched around the hard cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her breasts jiggling with her movements, she has her hand busy between her spread legs.

Me.

It’s me.

One of the videos Sin recorded and uploaded onto the cloud for me to watch.

No, no, no.

Why would Sin do this to me?

My stomach heaves, and I vomit over the floor before I can get to the toilet. Panic and fear blow up in my head like a suffocating darkness.

This can’t be happening. Everyone is going to see it. Oh God, what about the other videos? I can’t go back to school now.

I can’t catch my breath. The walls feel like they’re closing in.

I’m trapped.

The urge to run takes me over.

I can’t deal with this. It’s all too much.

Opening the drawers of my dresser, I pull out some clothes and drag them on, then find a backpack in my closet. More clothes are stuffed inside, along with my diaries and phone. I don’t stop to think as I slip into my sneakers and head for the door.

My heart is thumping in an erratic rhythm in my chest. The thought of bumping into Eli has me trembling and sick with dread.

“Hey. Where are you going?”

I snap my head toward the voice to find Kellan looking at me from a doorway.

The sleepy, questioning look on his face dissolves into concern. “What’s happened?”

Tears seep from my eyes, momentarily blurring my vision. Without a word, I bypass him and head for the staircase.

“Arabella?”

I run down the stairs.

I don’t know where I’m going but anywhere is better than here.

Chapter 122

Eli

“Sit down, son.”

I flop down onto the chair, my gaze touching the empty bottle of vodka on his desk. “Bit early for that, isn’t it? Is your new wife driving you to drink already?” The dig is half-hearted. My attention isn’t really on my dad, but on the memory of Arabella’s white face as she ran from me.

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