NINA'S POV
There are things you survive… and things you live with and never tell the truth about.
This one tops the chart.
I hit her because it was easier than admitting I wanted to tear myself apart instead.
Easier than admitting that I knew about some of the videos.
My head throbs and I shut my eyes. And I see him.
Jason.
He's standing over me with his flash in my face, whispering, “Just this time, baby. I want us to make memories.”
I mean, what couple doesn't have a few s*x tapes?
I let him. I signed away my dignity in hopes of the future locked around my finger.
I’ve ruined better things for less, but this time, the damage feels permanent. Like a dry bloodstain on a white shirt.
God…what was I thinking?
I cradle my aching thumb to my chest, biting my lip to shelve
