28. Cleo

Ispend the next few days at the Rebels’ clubhouse before going home. The doc came back and checked on me again, clearing me to resume normal activities.

Peyton and Lizzie cleaned up my apartment but it doesn’t erase what happened. Still, I stay because there is no way in hell I’m letting Shawn win. This is my place. My home. He doesn’t get to win.

But the longer I stand there in my nicely clean apartment, the more rage bubbles inside of me.

My home was violated. I was fucking violated! I grab a couch cushion and throw it across the room. Then, I laugh at myself for something so ridiculous feeling so good. I toss the other cushions and kick the table over, ransacking the place until I’m out of breath. It’s more of a mess when I’m done than it was before.

As much as I hate to, I sit down on the floor and cry. I cry over losing my mom all those years ago. I cry over what was done to me right here in this apartment.

And I cry over letting myself fall in love with Zeke Ford.

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