Page 237 of Broken by my Bully
But then the rain starts.
No, it’s always been raining.
What the fuck is happening?
I touch my hair, soaking wet. My trash bag plastered to my body.
The fuck is?—?
“—and no one is more deserving than you are. Can I get a round of applause for Haven Lee, everyone?”
The music starts up again.
No, it’s just clapping. A few yells.
Someone’s calling me.
Haven Lee.
Haven Lee.
Heavenly.
…Little Miss Heavenly. That’s your new name. Because you pretend you’re such a little angel…
Kai?
I whip my head around, but it’s only me and Ezra and the DJ.
The DJ looks angry. At me? I don’t want to be up here. I try to walk to the edge so I can climb off, but Ezra seizes the back of my neck and pulls meback.
“Don’t be so fucking rude, Trailer Trash.”
I put a hand over my mouth. Was I being rude? What did I do?
Sorry.
But my voice still isn’t working. My legs are wobbly. There’s this achy, awful feeling inside me, and it’s the taste of body paint in my mouth, the burning on my lips, the way my entire body is tingling like I can still feel Kai’s touch.
What thefuckis going on?
“Got you something special, Trailer Trash. Now everyone will know who the Riversider bitch is.”
Something slips around my throat, and it’s cold and not at all like?—
Kai
—a hand, pressing me against the tree, holding me in place as he fingers me into submission. But I didn’t submit, did I, the fucking asshole he?—
There’s a rattle, a tug. I can’t breathe, but then I can.
Someone—
Ezra
—shoves me to my knees, and I yell because it hurts, and the pain brings me to the surface of the glowing bodies and the lightning coursing through my body, the rain pelting my skin.
I scrabble at my neck, feel a collar tight against my skin.
