Page 87 of Imogen

“Youcan stay out of it,” I snap, eyeing him up and down. “I guess you know why I’m here?”

He glances at Zach briefly. “Because he broke up with you and you still want him back?”

And just like I predicted, that is what he told his friends. Which makes this next part easier. Tears gather in my eyes.

“Did he tell you it was because I was pregnant?”

“That’s a fucking lie,” Zach roars, getting to his feet.His chair tips over, falling to the wooden floor. “Get out of here, Imogen. You don’t belong here.”

I ignore what he thinks is an insult. I’m glad I don’t belong here. “He told me I had to get rid of it when the doctors told us I had chlamydia and it might make the baby have health problems.”

“She’s fucking lying,” he snaps, and goes to grab my arm.

“We don’t want to be doing that,” Hayden sings, reaching for his wrist.

I keep going, knowing I can’t drag this out too long. Someone might phone the police. “Oh, and then he stole from my place of employment and pinned it on me so I would be forced to get rid of our bundle of joy from the oven.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Zach bellows. “She’s just trying to trap me. I’ve moved on and she can’t handle it.”

“And when that didn’t work, he hit me,” I cry, wiping away the tears. “I’m no longer going to have a little Bambi.”

His expression contorts into pure fury. “You are so fucking done.”

I sniffle loudly. “And then he sends dick pictures to my little brother,” I wail. “How? How could you do this to me? I stayed with you even after you told me you liked the dildo going up your arse. I still loved you.”

“Dude,” another guy whistles. “That’s messed up.”

“She’s fucking lying. I’ve never sent any guy a dick picture.”

I whimper. “Check your emails, boys. I wouldn’t put it past him,” I announce, then wipe away a tear that slips down my cheek. “There’s a reason the university expelled him. They found out about it after he sent a picture to one of the professor’s sons.”

“I thought it was because they wanted you in a better school,” Chad notes.

“I’ve never sent any guy a dick pick,” Zach roars, and the crowd in the bar quietens down. “And they do think I’ll be more suitable for a better school.”

“No, you just send them to teenagers,” I screech. “You are a fucking arsehole, and soon, the entire world will fucking know.”

“Yeah? And you’ll be the star of Porn Hub if you keep going,” he warns, leaning in to get in my face a little.

When I see Hope snag the phone, I step closer so the others don’t overhear. “And I’ll add to your charges with revenge porn. The police don’t take too kindly to that. Or to peeping Toms. Come at me again and I will come back ten times harder.” I clear my throat, faking another sniffle. “No, I will not let you share the video of me fisting you. It took me ages to get the stench of shit off my wrist.”

He goes for me but Hayden is quicker, pushing him back until he crashes into the table. “Get your friend some serious help. People tend to end up in nut houses when I get involved,” Hayden warns.

She takes my hand as I take Hope’s. We race out of the pub, my heart racing.

“Imogen,” Zach roars, his voice echoing over the car park. I chance a glance back, seeing him staggering out of the bar.“Get back here.”

I hold my hands out wide. “Why? So you can bullshit some more?”

“You need to go back inside and tell them you’re lying,” he warns.

“No. You fucking recorded me, Zach. I thought you couldn’t get any lower but then you pulled that shit.”

“You fucking deserve it,” he bellows. “Fuckinghim. Really? After everything he’s done. You let him use you like the slut you are. I fucking knew you were cheating.”

“You deserve it,” I whine. “Listen to yourself, for fuck’s sake. And news flash, we aren’t together. It’s not cheating.”

“Get in the car,” Hayden whispers, and I feel her hand in my pocket, grabbing my keys.

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