Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“Yes, I admit that you beat them, but you can’t erase the fact that they touched your body recklessly.” She yelled and I rolled my eyes.
“They touched me, and they paid the price. What about you? We all see that Adam forced himself onto you, and don’t forget about your adventures in janitor’s room, and in the boy’s changing room from time to time. If you aren’t ashamed of that, why would I, a victim of assault, be ashamed of it?” I asked her sassily, disgust clearly evident in my tone.
She went pale immediately as soon as I mentioned her deeds, staggering backward a little.
“Do you want me to point out the boys with whom you got totally naughty?” I asked her sarcastically, leaning forward a little while wriggling my brows mischievously.
“Don’t push it fa
