Shayna
Levi and I stood in the center of the ballroom dumbfounded. It was quiet at first. At least for a moment, but after the proverbial slap she just delivered, everyone was finally regaining their senses. People started yelling. Some were screaming. I watched as several people had their phones out recording every single moment.
Part of me hated that. Hated that my trauma was being documented. I knew this would all end up on social media and distributed among their inner circles until the end of time, but it was worth it. Once something was on the internet, it was there permanently.
"You f*****g b***h," Dereks' father snarled as he stepped forward. I stiffened, bracing for the blow as he raised his fist. He must have thought that, with his reputation ruined, his wife confirming ever
