He paused, then added, “Bitch never knew what hit her.” I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight, the pressure on it nearly unbearable, but there wasn't anything I could do. I wanted to move, but I was frozen to the spot, forced to listen as my boyfriend continued. “Still has no clue that the guy she's been fucking drugged her. Dumb cunt actually believed the story that she was pass-out drunk.” The memory swirled back to me… waking in Reed’s room the next morning, him claiming I’d been drunk and had passed out. At the time, I knew it couldn’t be true, but hadn’t questioned it. I'd been too flustered from being in Reed's bed. Anger flared inside me, hot and bright. It burned away my paralysis and I stormed from the bathroom, crossing into to the main room but froze as I watched Julien land a solid right hook to Brock's jaw. Brock dropped to his knees. “You fucking bastard!” I heard Julien say, but barely registered the words. Still on his knees, Brock looked straight at me as he rubbed his jaw.
