The video was longer than I thought it would be. It felt shorter when I was on the receiving end. Ethan had been so eager to rip everything off me. He barely spent any time before pushing into me.
I remembered the pain, and how I’d told myself that it would get better with time.
I couldn’t reconcile my own memories with what I was seeing in front of me. It felt like I was watching someone else, but it was my hair, it was my body, and anyone who knew me could tell that.
We weren’t audible, but Terrence was. I could hear him snickering, and the sound sent me into a murderous rage. It was bad enough that everyone could see this, but it was worse to remember that he was there, laughing at what I thought was so clearly a private moment.
I shoved Erina’s phone back into her hands. “Thank yo
