Page 121 of Petite Fleur

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” He begs.

I glare at him and spit in his face. He can’t fix it, he did it!

Leon grins and reaches up to wipe my spit from his face, making full eye contact with me while he licks his hand. “I didn’t think I’d be into that. Do it again, this time in my mouth.” He rambles with an almost crazed look in his eyes.

“Are you crazy? What is wrong with you?” I snap back.

How can he act so unserious when he’s humiliated me?

Smug jerk.

He simply shrugs and keeps his same stupid grin at me. “Maybe, but not the point. Do it again.” He insists before opening his mouth for me.

“You’re a butt, just get away from me.” I beg, feeling my tears starting up again.

He can’t fix what he’s done because those men will never unsee how he’s treated me.

He’ll never be able to stop them from telling the entire school what they saw.

He huffs before giving up and closing his mouth, annoyingly unbothered by this situation he’s put me in. “Those boys will never utter a word of this to anyone, I promise.” He states.

I laugh through my tears and roll my eyes at his arrogance. “You can’t know that; you’ve yet again ruined me.” I remind him.

I hate that he knows what’s bothering me; he knew it would destroy me, yet he did this anyway.

Does he even care at all?

“I can know that; they all die tonight.” He states.

I whip my head around and stare at him. This man is insane!

What have I gotten myself into?

How did all of this start from some freaking apple cider?

“These men raped one of my patients, possibly multiple patients but we’re not sure, but this was a young woman a couple of years above you and she threatened to kill herself if she had to carry her rapist’s baby. They’re not getting away with that. Are you in?” He asks.

Am I?

Do I really want to be a part of this? Do I even have a choice in the matter? I’m already involved just by being here, but do I really want to be more involved?

“Did they really do that?” I ask, just to be sure before I sign up for anything.

Leon sighs and leans in to kiss me in such a soft way that I barely feel it. “Yes. She dropped out of college because she was too scared of seeing these guys again.” He answers.

I feel sick.

These men, my classmates, they're rapists.

I've been invited to parties they've thrown! That could have been me!

"Who was she?" I ask.

My friends may have ditched me, but I wouldn't have wanted it to be one of them.

"Abby Marino." He answers. At the same time that I'm thankful not to know her, I'm sickened that I didn't know this happened.

The jocks at that school silenced a young woman and scared her until she quit college. Their father’s fat bank accounts and their mentality that they’re untouchable has terrorized campus.

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