I teleported to my bedroom before I could do something stupid. Like throw Bexley out of my fu.cking realm myself. Or offer her up to Dark Mother and end all of this nonsense. Because that's all this is! Nonsense! A big fu.cking joke The Fates are playing on me!
"Did you ra.pe me?"
I can't get that one fu.cking question out of my head. I can't stop seeing her horrified and confused face. I can't stop replaying all of it over and over again.
Bexley thinks I ra.ped her. Fu.ckig ra.ped her. She thinks I took advantage of her. Like really took advantage, not just given her a little push. She thinks I stole something from her. Like I'm some kind of sick, twisted, depraved monster.
And the worst part is that I think she might be right.
Did I steal something from Bexley? I knew she wouldn't
