Page 36 of Cyber Revenge

The kind that only comes after a storm.

I sit on the hood of the Challenger, watching her windows.

I haven’t eaten in two days.

I haven’t slept since I saw her Snap story disappear.

But I’m not leaving.

Not until she turns her light on again.

Not until I see her smile.

Not until I make Patrick fucking Rhodesbegfor mercy and bleed on the floor like every other monster I’ve buried.

Because I know, this is just the prelude.

The bloodbath is coming.

And this time, it’s personal.

EIGHTEEN

LYDIA

Ididn’t leave the house for four days after my little one had to leave. Not to get coffee. Not to check the mail. Not to open the fucking blinds.

The moment I step outside, I can feel them watching.

Comments still flood my old posts. Death threats. DMs from blank accounts. TikTok stitches dissecting my breakup with Patrick, as if it were a crime scene.

They call me a liar. A whore. A clout-chaser.

They say I ruined him.

That I should’ve known better.

That if I was gonna act like a pornstar, I should expect men to treat me like one.

And then the cops started showing up.

The first morning, I thought it was a coincidence.

I was curled on the couch under a weighted blanket when I heard tires crunch the gravel outside. Sirens off. Just flashing lights bleeding into the windows.

I peeked through the blinds, and there they were.

Two officers. One guy in zip ties, nose clearly broken, slumped over on the curb.

No one rang my doorbell. No one asked questions.

They just picked him up and left.

Then it happened again.

And again.

Different guys. Same pattern.

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