“Aw, you’re still so very much a child. At least now you’re a child that actually wanted sex.”

Milly cupped her face, but Robin pulled back.

“You better be on your way, little girl. Don’t want anyone to suspect what is going on, do you?”

Without waiting for Milly to mock her anymore, Robin ran out of the clubhouse. She had to get away. She kept on running until she ran out of breath and walked the entire distance home.

She couldn’t believe she was walking home.

Anything could happen to her. After three hours and maybe even more of walking, she arrived home to an empty house, which didn’t surprise her. Her parents were probably still back at the clubhouse enjoying the party, where she should have been enjoying it.

She walked straight into the bathroom and stared at her reflection.

Peeling her dress off, she felt sick to her stomach, and she hated herself so much. This was all too much for her to deal with, and as she stared at her reflection, she wanted to puke.

She hated what had become of her.

It was all just a little too much for her to deal with. Climbing beneath the spray of the hot shower, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and tried to think of anything that would be a lot happier than she was now. Anything at all that would give her comfort and solace against the pain.

Preacher hadn’t been gentle last night, but he hadn’t known it was her. She was sure of it.

Was it rape?

Milly had raped her, but Preacher hadn’t known, had he?

Pressing her hands against her face, she sobbed.

This was all too much.

“You’ve got to get it together, Robin. You can’t let her win. This doesn’t have to define you. You can win. You don’t have to wait around crying about anything. You’re going to be fine. You will be fine.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm her rioting emotions.

One deep breath in.

One deep breath out.

She could handle this.

There was no holding back.

Not anymore.

She wouldn’t let Milly win. No one had to know what was going on. She was strong enough to face this alone without anyone finding out the truth.

With that in mind, she finished getting changed, washing every single part of her body, and knowing she had to be strong in order to keep this secret. No one could ever know the truth.

This would be her secret.

Even if Preacher never knew it was her, she wouldn’t allow anyone to find out the truth.

Taking another deep breath, she felt herself starting to calm.

Milly wouldn’t win this.

****

What the hell should she do with this information? Joanne watched as Milly made her way back into the clubhouse.

Robin had already run away.

Joanne looked down at her hands, which were shaking, and then up toward the gate.

Poor Robin.

The girl had been born into the club, and she’d been protected from a lot of the reality of the club and the women.