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I spit in his face, a mixture of cum and saliva.

He laughs and shifts to his knees. No longer needing his hand to support himself, he moves it to his back pocket, and pulls out his phone. I open my mouth to curse him out, but not before he snaps a picture.

He laughs, letting go, strands of my reddish-brown hair between his fingers.

“You’re a fucking asshole!”

“And you’re a dirty slut.” He looks at his phone, laughs again, and turns it so I can see the picture.

Oh fuck. Ohfuck.

I can see my face clearly. My red mouth and chin are covered with cum, and from the angle, I can even see his cock, as well as some of his black and blue jacket.

My expression is distressed, and with his hand on my hair, it’s clear I’m not enjoying this. But it’s still a fucking porn picture.

“Delete that. Right now.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

“Delete it!” I scream.

Chase wipes his face with my comforter and zips his trousers.

I try to take his phone, but he stops my hand before it gets anywhere close and pockets it again.

“I’m keeping it, trailer princess. And if I want to show it to the entire school, I could. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

ChapterSix

I sleep like shit,as anyone with the sword of Damocles over their head might. I don’t know if I’ll wake to find a picture of me covered in cum available everywhere online, or perhaps plastered to my locker. I’m thoroughly under Chase’s power—more so than I was when his family was employing my mother and housing us.

And to think that for one microsecond, I’d actually thought he was a decent-ish guy. No one truly wicked would have instinctively come to a girl’s defense when seeing her in trouble. But turns out he only chased off Vince because he doesn’t like to share his toys.

I’m still watching my clock at sunrise. At some point after, I drift off. It’s no wonder I sleep through my alarm. I glance at my phone’s screen when I finally wake, and I sigh into my pillow. It’s nine fifteen. I’ve missed most of AP biology and even if I somehow manage to be ready in the next ten seconds, I’ll still be late for calculus.

I opt to take my time. Chase is in my calculus class and I’d much rather avoid his smug-ass face for as long as I can today.

I showered right after he left my room yesterday, and again before bed, but I still feel dirty. I had sex in exchange for something—security—and it’s nauseating. I wonder how Lola does it every day.

Lola’s the eldest in a family of four, with two lazy, drunk parents who rush to spend any money they make on booze and drugs. She’s supported her siblings by selling pussy for years. I don’t judge her, but I’ve always pitied her, now more than ever.

I shower and wash my hair thoroughly, lingering under the steaming jet.

I’m as confused about the whole thing as I was yesterday. I’m angry, frustrated, and worried, but most of all, confused.

I hate Chase. I genuinely believe he is, by far, the worst boy I’ve ever had the displeasure to meet. The sheer amount of power he has because of his wealth and his family’s connections is terrifying. And now he has direct power over me.For all that, I don’t hate him as much as I should. Not as much as I despise Vince. Vince had something Chase never could gain: my trust. And he broke it.Chase is merely acting exactly how I’d expect him to.

My level of hatred for either one of my tormentors is irrelevant. Right now, only one thing matters.I need to get that photo somehow, no matter the cost.

In my towel, in front of my mirror, I scrutinize my reflection. I don’t look like myself, not yet. My face is pale, my hazel eyes, hollow.

I brush my teeth before putting my mask on: bloodred lipstick and a touch of eyeliner. That’s it. I don’t bother with blush, foundation, or eyeshadow. All of the attention goes directly to my mouth.

Look where that got me.

I’ve worn red lipstick since ninth grade and I don’t even recognize myself without it, but I grab a cotton pad and remove the layer of makeup.

“Audrey!” I call, crossing the hall to her room.

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