DILLON
I climb out of the car as Ollie does, and hold her hand when we begin walking to her room.
"Dillon!" I hear Bianca's voice call from behind us.
I stop, Ollie, stopping too but I don't turn to face her.
She comes to stand in front of us. "Did you want to rub it in my face?" she asks.
I don't respond.
"Did you bring her here to show me the evidence that you f****d her without pulling out or forcing her to use contraceptives?" she says, her eyes angry and wide.
"I wasn't even aware you were here," I say, holding her gaze.
"You made my life miserable you fucker," she yells and other women start peeping through their windows and others standing at their doorsteps to see what's going on. "Look at me, I'm stuck with someone I don't even love because of you. What happened to 'you an
