Page 61 of Keeping The Virgin

My back hits a wall, and I start fumbling in my pack for my phone.

“Oh, come on,” he says. “If you call anyone you’ll be in even bigger fucking trouble than you already are. Just listen to me, you dumb twat.”

His tone of voice makes me freeze, ice-cold, terrified.

“But I gave you money,” I said.

“Yeah, and it wasn’t enough. And I knew that texting and calling you wasn’t gonna do any good. Last time you took for-fucking-ever.”

“It was a lot of money, Liam!”

“I know you can get more. I’ll bet your parents still live in that nice house.”

He smells as if he hasn’t showered in days, and I try not to gag on the stench. I can’t believe I ever saw anything in him, although this wasn’t the guy I first met. Not remotely.

I ask, “Did you already spend what I gave you”

From the look on his face, I get my answer.

“How could you spend it so fast?” I whisper.

He lets out an exasperated sigh, as if I’m wasting his precious time. One of his hands fidgets with his trousers, plucking at them. “Shut up. It’s not your business what I use the money for.”

But I can take an educated guess—all of the cash is gone, and his addiction is growing exponentially.

As I stare into his reddened eyes, a realization hits me hard: This harassment is never going to end. He’s always going to hold those pictures and videos over me. He’s never going to cut me loose…

Cornered, I feel anger rage through me. I’ve been way too easy on him, and I’m so damned sick of being afraid.

I hear voices outside the hallway. That, plus my rage, gives me the courage to push off of the wall.

No more cowering. No more trying to stop him from doing what he intends to do, because it’s useless.

“Listen closely, Liam,” I say as the voices outside come closer to the hallway. “I’m not paying you another dime, and I expect you to honor the agreement we already had. No doxing. No exploiting me.”

“Or what?”

There’s laughter outside the hallway now, and I should just run to whoever it is, report Liam to someone. But who? And is it possible that he would be able to release the pictures before he could be punished, even if it’s just to spite me?

But the look on his face pauses my panic: He’s stunned that I, the timid girl who couldn’t believe a guy like him would pay attention to her, is actually talking back to him.

He clenches his teeth, speaking through them. “You’re not only a stupid fuck, but you’re a little prude. I never should have wasted my time on you.”

Then he leaves before I can tell him that Cage Bryant sure didn’t think so, but I leave it at that. He can’t bait me anymore.

But have I pushed him into releasing those pictures, just because he can?

I quickly run to where I hear the voices outside the hallway. A few students go into a classroom, leaving everything around me empty.

Liam is even gone, but as the seconds pass, I realize that he could be around any of these corners. He isn’t really gone at all.

What have I done?

Somehow I sit through recreational math class, but I don’t hear a thing my instructor says. I go back to the apartment that I’m sharing with my two roomies, Victoria and Corrine, only to remember that they said something about going to a barbecue for a service club they want to join. This leaves me all alone with my horrific thoughts as I sit in front of my computer, scared to death to turn it on to see if Liam has carried through with his threats.

But I’m going to face this. I don’t have any other choice.

I surf the web, knowing it’s probably too early to find anything, but I don’t stop. I skip dinner in my anxiety, watch a movie online while checking the rest of the net in a small screen window, and I pray that the doxing won’t actually happen.

The sun sets through my room’s window, turning the mountain-studded horizon darker hour by hour, and finally, a text appears on my computer with a sharp ding.

Payback is a bitch…bitch.

Right below that are some links, and with my stomach churning, I access them.

Horror clouds my mind when I see where they lead, and when I find my pictures and videos spread all over the place, my stomach lurches.

I’m now the star on a porn site visited by millions and millions of people.

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