“That’s exactly what fucking happened!” His voice slammed against the ceiling, reverberating against my chest, and I cringed. “Now I’ll make sure everyone sees exactly what a whore you are.”
“Oakley, what did you do?”
He slid his finger across his phone screen, and an image popped up.
“Oh my God.” My blood ran cold, and I could no longer feel my legs. “No.” I breathed and stared in horror at the image. An image of me.
Tied.
Bent.
Exposed.
“You might have humiliated me, Sienna. But I’ll have the last fucking laugh.” It happened in super slow motion, the flick of his finger across the screen, the look of cruel victory in his eyes…and then the chime of my cellphone.
“Now everyone knows.”
My world shattered. It cracked, and I waited with bated breath to be sucked down to hell as my entire life got ruined with the single press of a button.
For the first time, I no longer saw the guy I once fell in love with. Instead, I saw a monster incapable of caring about anyone but him. I had never seen it before, always blinded by his pretty face and wicked charm. But I saw it now, and it was fucking chilling—the power he yielded and how he used it to destroy me.
Something snapped in me, and I was incapable of thinking clearly. “Fuck you!” I shoved him again, and he simply laughed, holding his hands in the air as if my rage amused him. “Get the fuck out. Get out!”
Tears burned my eyes as I watched him leave. I had never felt so violated in my entire life, my most vulnerable moments—something that was only meant to be shared with Noah—now stolen and tainted.
My stomach turned as bile crept up my throat. The thought of him watching us was sickening, and it made my skin crawl. And now everyone knew.
I slammed the door shut and leaned back against it, wiping the tears from my face. The summer heat was already beating down, but my skin was clammy and iced cold. The tangled sheets on my unmade bed stuck the knife of humiliation deeper into my chest, and the rage erupted, a scream ripping from my throat as I stormed across the room, grabbing the sheets and tearing them with my bare hands.
I couldn’t stop screaming, clawing at the silk with my nails, images of Oakley and Beth fucking like goddamn animals in my bed turning to visions of red. The thought of Oakley watching Noah and me, it was just all too much, and I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t handle the emotions that threatened to suffocate me. All I could do was scream, tearing at the pillows and hitting them against the walls, feathers bursting into the air.
All I could smell was her cheap fucking perfume, imagining her sweat clinging to the dirty sheets while her screams of ecstasy still rebounded off the blush-pink walls.
“Jesus, Sienna!” Spencer came storming into my room. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I hate him!” I cried out. “I fucking hate him!”
“Who? What the fuck?”
There wasn’t a sliver of control left in me as I kept on shredding silk and crying big, fat, pathetic tears.
“Sienna!”
Stuck in the haze, I couldn’t stop losing my shit. Not until Spencer grabbed me from behind, wrapping his arms around me, pressing my arms into my sides and pulling me against him. “Stop, Sienna. Stop.”
“I hate him.” My screams turned into sobs, and my chest broke around my heart. My body slacked against my brother, my strength suddenly drained.
“Who? What happened?” My knees gave out, but Spencer kept me upright, clutching me tighter. “Who hurt you?”
I couldn’t. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t say anything. I was drunk on anger and high on rage, unable to think straight.
“Sienna.” Spencer forced me to turn and look at him, wiping the hair that stuck to my cheeks from my face. “What happened?”
I sobbed. “Oakley.”
“What about him?” His worried eyes studied me, searched my face as if he could find the answers in the salty tears that clung to my skin.
I sucked in a double breath. “He…he.”