Chapter 42
OLLY
I'm still fuming as I make my way across campus toward the cafe, in search of much-needed caffeine, after parting ways with an equally furious Sim at my house, and attending my first class of the day.
I'm still seething at the memory of being subjected to my stepfather's threatening lecture like I was a naughty teenager, and he needed to discipline me.
Not to mention the disparaging way he treated Sim, like he was nothing, and Gerald could easily steamroll right over him.
Cross, that smug fucker, watched it all go down silently, attempting to hide his satisfied, cocky smirk that made me want to beat his ass, regardless of his daddy watching.
Where the other two psychos hightailed off to, who knows, but I was glad we didn't have them as an audience.
Sim was barely holding on to the fury radiating off him, and Damon would have for sure made that control snap.
My pathetic mother sat there, weak and docile, refusing to utter a single word in my defense, while her shitty husband talked down to me.
"In this house, we don't behave like sluts, spreading our legs all around town, young lady.
I thought I had made myself clear in our earlier conversation, Olivia.
You represent the Weyburns now as my daughter, and I won't have you tarnishing our respect.
" Gerald stares menacingly down at me with his dark brown eyes, identical to his son's, and a voice hard as steel.
He wants me to be afraid of him, to cower like my mother is doing.
I can see it in every line of his domineering frame, and once again, I wonder if my mom has lost her damn mind getting involved with this prick, or worse, if he's laying hands on her.
“Hey, you can’t talk to her like that!” Sim growls and takes a step forward, which has me immediately yanking him back behind me. As much as I appreciate him sticking up for me, I’m a big girl, and can handle a douche like my stepfather.
“Shut the fuck up, Melfort, or I’ll do you a favor and put you out of your misery,” Cross’s body tenses, as he squares his shoulders and directs his attention to Sim, ready for a fight.
“Both of you, shut the fuck up,” I snap at them, my chest tightening at the hurt look Sim gives me, before I direct my wrath back at Gerald.
"You should maybe impart that same wisdom on your whore of a son. He pulls out his disgusting cock for anybody to suck, regardless of who’s watching.
As for respect, he has none for anyone." I raise a disgruntled eyebrow, refusing to back down, and hear my mother make a choking sound behind Gerald. Sim, for his part, cracks the wickedest grin at my words, and I feel relieved that he isn’t still upset, when he directs it at me.
The tension in his body told me he was ready to throw hands, at the first sign of aggression toward me, from either my stepfather or stepbrother, and a part of me is relieved to have him here with me, at my back, even if I can fight my own battles.
"My son's cock is not what we are discussing here, Olivia," Gerald growls.
"Yeah, but it should be. Perhaps we should talk about the fact that he and his friends like to force girls into sexual acts in public, or better yet, that he drugs girls and chases them naked through the woods, in some fucked up game of chase?
" I take two steps forward, motioning for Sim to remain where he is, while I confront my stepfather, who dares to think I will cower at his feet.
"The better question, Daddy, is why does he think he can get away with stuff like that, hmmm?
Is that what you've taught him a real man behaves like? "
My mother gasps with terror as Cross lunges toward me, his face a mask of rage, and Gerald places himself between his son and me, while Sim readies himself to throw his fist to defend me.
I grab Sim and force him toward the doorway, prepared to get the hell out of there, now that I've stirred the pot and rattled the hornets.
"This isn't over, slut! You've made a big fucking mistake, violent little psycho!
" Cross spews as I give him the finger, after delivering my mom one last disappointed look before walking out with Sim, dismay settling in the pit of my stomach like a cement block, that she would choose this man she barely knows, over her own daughter.
"Explain yourself, boy! What the fuck is she talking about?" Gerald demands, his voice thunderous as I grab my school bag that Sim somehow found at school, and push Sim out into the driveway, slamming the door behind us.
I received a text from an unknown number less than an hour later, with a warning that made me snort out loud, knowing it had to be from my unhinged stepbrother, and that he was furious. Maybe daddy gave him a spanking, or better yet, put a leash on that motherfucker.
Watch your back, Violent Little Psycho, this is not over by a long shot. I'm going to fuck you raw, before I bury you in a hole where no one can find you.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, knowing full well there's nothing I can do about it all now.
Gerald will probably renege on his deal to pay for tuition, and honestly, I wouldn't even be surprised if he kicked me out of the house, and all my shit was packed in boxes on the lawn.
I have a little money left, but it won't be enough to cover staying somewhere for long, never mind paying Soule's high cost. I need to escalate my plan, just in case I'm no longer able to attend classes.
I grab the burner phone from my bag, and slip into an alcove between two of the school's stone buildings. Here goes nothing.
I pull up the school newspaper's social media account, and DM them, from my fake account, a photo of a much younger Professor Jacob Rawdon, with a rolled-up bill against his nose, being used to snort coke from some girl's abdomen. His hand is groping her exposed breast, and she looks intoxicated and entirely out of it. There are other frat guys clearly in the background, cheering him on, and if you zoom in on the photo, you can see the logo of the frat house in the corner on a hideous plaque. Do I care that I’m putting those other guys on blast too, and possibly ruining their lives? Not in the fucking slightest. They were all too happy watching that abuse go down, so it’s time to fuck around and find out.
It's amazing what you can find when you know where to look, and have money to pay for what people have stashed on their phones.
It took me years to track down people who had been at that party with Cheyanne and me.
I had to win three fights just to afford the photo, but right now it's priceless to me.
I tag the image 'Distinguished professor or sleazy rapist creep?
You decide?' I send it off, and for good measure, I screenshot what I've sent, and anonymously forward it to the Dean's email, and the school's sexual assault support group too.
I'm sorry that I'm hurting and doxing the girl in the photo.
I don't know who she is, but she's a victim just like Cheyanne and me.
I just hope one day she can forgive me for doing what I have to do to take down this monster.
Just one more item to push into motion, so that I can begin to enjoy my revenge against that monster.
I send a message to one of my underground fighting contacts, confirming it's go time on my request; his cousin puts up billboards, and I've paid a hefty sum to have one with Rawdon's face, and the words 'Rapist Scum' placed overnight, right across from the entrance to Soule University.
There will be no escaping his fate, or hiding his dirty deeds now.
By this time tomorrow, the whole campus, and town, will know him for what he truly is.
I can't wait to watch Rawdon attempt to explain his way out of this one.
The walls are going to crumble all around Jacob Rawdon, and when he tries to flee like the rat he is, I'll be there with a cage, waiting to trap him.
I merge with student traffic, a bright, satisfied smile traversing my lips as I head in the direction of my coffee treat.
This day started with orgasms, Cross tried his best to ruin it, and now it's looking up again.
Shit, I might even treat myself to a muffin and a cookie while I'm at it.
I walk into the loud, rowdy cafe, and some asshole bumps me so hard I almost crash into a garbage bin, my bag slipping off my shoulder.
"Watch it, slut, or you'll end up in the trash where you belong.
" His friend high-fives him as they both walk away. What the fuck?
I have to force myself to not go after him and react with violence, as I catch two bitches recording me with their phones and laughing.
Alarms blare through my head with a warning; this smells like something Cross and his friends would try to pull.
Is he trying to get me kicked out of school, or is this Gerald's plan, so he doesn't have to pay my tuition?
I force myself to shrug it off, even though everything in me wants to break that guy's arm.
I take a few steps to the left, and some random guy I've never seen before spits in my direction, missing me by mere inches.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole?
!" I growl as my fist clenches at my side.
"I thought whores like you like to be sopping wet and spit on, reminds you of home, doesn't it, cumdumpster?" The guy laughs like a hyena, and a few of the girls near him chuckle along.
Breathe. Just breathe. They want to provoke a reaction from you. This is some fucked up way to get rid of you, don't give them what they want. Be smarter than they are, Olly.