Chapters (47)
Hot tears stung my eyes. Whirling around, I hurried away from him so he wouldn’t see me crying. His laughter trailed me until I reached the street and the cars thankfully drowned it out. As I stormed down the sidewalk, I cursed Mitch with every step. By the time I made it home, I vowed to get Mitch out of our lives for good.
The minute I got home, I called Millie. My entire body was shaking with adrenaline by the time she answered. I was prepared for her to be irate with Mitch. To vehemently defend me.
But he’d already gotten to her.
She sounded stuffy when she answered. “I can’t believe you would do this to me,” she said before I could say a word.
“Do what?” I asked, honestly confused.
“Come on to my boyfriend.”
“What? I didn’t—I would never,” I sputtered. “That’s what he told you?”
“Yeah, he said you went downstairs to bum a cigarette and then told him he should break up with me.”
“No, I didn’t really say he should break up with you. I said that you’re too good for him.”
“What gives you the right to decide that for me?”
“No, you don’t understand. I was just trying to help.” I slid down the wall, pressed the phone tighter to my ear.
“Why did you meddle at all?”
We were getting off course. None of this mattered, anymore. Not after what he did.
“Millie, he...he forced himself on me. He assaulted me.”
“What are you talking about?”
My gaze shifted around, grateful no one was home. “He got angry, shoved me up against the wall and touched me...you know...”
“So you told my boyfriend to break up with me and then you let him feel you up?” she snapped. “Oh, my God, what is wrong with you?”
“No, you’re not hearing me!” I said, my voice rising in desperation. “I didn’t let him do anything. He forced himself on me. I tried to get him to stop.” The tears were back. I sniffed. “And he said really mean things about my body.”
“I can’t even deal with this right now,” Millie said, angrily. “Just stay away from my boyfriend, okay?”
She hung up, leaving me staring down at my phone in disbelief.
I was so angry, I didn’t talk to Millie all week. Even ignored her at school. I thought she’d apologize. See the error of her ways. At the very least feel bad for the way I’d been hurt. But she didn’t seem to feel bad at all.
I had no other choice. I had to force her to see.