“You’ve been a victim of abuse back then, and your abuser was none other than Lucas.” Charlotte said with a hint of amusement in her voice, as if my past demise caused her joy when it almost caused my knees to buckle if only I wasn’t holding onto the table for support.
What?
“D-do you really think I would believe you? I might’ve been hating on him, but you can’t just make out a story like this! Does abuse seem like a joke to you?” I exclaimed although I was having divided feelings over it. A part of me didn’t want to believe her because I knew Lucas isn’t capable of doing things like that, but a greater part of me keep reminding me about how he slapped and showed violence to me that day I confronted him.
“Oh, dear. Don’t believe me, then. Just let your brilliant brain do the t
