Trisha pressed a kiss to my cheek, her lips cool against my skin. "You can come if you want to, but if you're feeling tired, you can keep checking our classmates' i********: stories like you always do. They'll all be there."
With that, Trisha turned to Hannah, her voice turning urgent as she traced a finger on her throat. "I need to get my necklace," she said, before disappearing from the room, leaving me alone with the second woman in this house who had made my life a living hell.
Hannah's eyes narrowed, her gaze boring into me like a drill. "Slept outside like a little slut. Is that what you've become, Lila? A little slut?"
Anger surged through my veins, white-hot and all-consuming. "Trisha has slept out several times, but I don't think you've ever tagged her a slut. Is it because we
