Page 58 of Rebel Obsession

Finding a photo of my second attacker wasn’t much harder. Leonn’s photo was on the hospital’s staff page, a list of his qualifications in small writing beneath it.

Hugh was the hard one. I knew he worked for Caleb, but Caleb didn’t have a pretty page of employee achievements the way the hospital website did. Probably because there wasn’t room to share the limelight with his big head. So that was a no-go.

I searched Instagram and found an account that might have been his, but I couldn’t be sure because the profile was locked, and the profile picture was of a dog.

I didn’t want to think Hugh could have an animal. He didn’t deserve one.

I checked Facebook, but it was more of the same. The same profile name on Twitter had a lot of anti-feminism bullshit though, which I gave the middle finger to, and after scrolling for a while, I found a photo of him holding a fish.

It was as tiny as his pecker-sized dick.

I dragged all three onto the document and hummed beneath my breath while I arranged blocky text around it. It was no masterpiece, but I hit print, and a printer in the corner whirred to life.

It was slow, but minute by minute, the printer spat out hundreds of copies of a flyer that spelled out exactly what Caleb and his friends had done. I’d spared no punches. ‘Rich, White, Rapists’ was the heading, and beneath it detailed exactly what they’d done to me. I’d even included an accusation of them keeping a woman against her will.

I’d laid it all bare, for everyone to see.

The cops might have been in Caleb’s pocket, but I wasn’t. I was done being quiet. Being small.

“What are you up to in here, Roach?”

I snatched up the papers from the printer and held them to my chest. “Nothing. Go back to bed. You’re tired.”

Vaughn padded across the room in nothing but pj pants and reached over me to pluck the piece of paper that was rolling out of the printer.

I tried to snatch it back, but he held it above my head, and there was only so much spring in my short legs.

He tilted his head back to read it.

A second later, he dropped his arm and glared at me. “Are you serious?”

I’d known he wouldn’t like it. “I gotta do something. Women here aren’t safe. They need to know.”

“I agree, but what are you going to do with these?”

“Go down to the hospital and stick them on every car in the parking lot.”

He groaned. “Roach, there’s cameras there. They’ll be able to ID you. Do you have a plan for when they sue you for defamation? That can be proved a lot easier than your accusations. It sucks, but it’s true and you know it.”

I went quiet. He didn’t know what I’d already done at their houses with Kian. “It’ll be worth it.”

Vaughn’s shoulders slumped, and he handed me back the page. “I’ll go get my shoes on then.”

“What for?”

“You’ve printed about a billionty of them. You’re going to need help handing them out.”

I beamed at him.

He groaned again. “Fuck, Roach. Don’t smile at me like that.”

“Okay.” I kept smiling.

He shook his head, his own smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “You’re the worst.”

“I’ll wear that title with pride. But, Vaughn?”

“Mmm?”

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