Chapter 63 Victim

Zinnia
Blood drains from my face as Alex stood there, staring at me like she was waiting for some grand reaction. Her face was calm, almost blank, but her eyes were expectant, desperate even. And I could feel it, the weight of her unspoken apology. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. Not after everything she’d done.
Her betrayal crashed over me in waves. Roman’s voice still haunted me, his laughter as he twisted the knife,literally and figuratively. The pain, the humiliation, the endless nights of terror and torment. None of it would’ve happened if Alex hadn’t opened her mouth to her father. My supposed best friend.