I had already made up my mind not to tell my parents what happened. It would have crushed them. I’d just had to keep on lying. Spinning the untruths like cotton candy on a stick. Fluffy, sugary, and inviting.
Franco hadn’t lied. He had put my pictures on some small porn sites. Probably to appease Queen b***h and show her that I had meant nothing to him. I’d go on these sites years after the fact to punish myself for trusting. For believing a guy like Franco could love a girl like me. I felt violated. Ripped to shreds and robbed of my consent.
“And Franco?” There was a slight tremor in Row’s voice. A wave of queasiness washed through me.
“He visited me at the hospital, but only to tell me he was now dating Queen b***h and not to interfere. He said he’d ruin my life if I said one word abo
