Chapter 35
For London
Scarlett Quinn has dropped a bombshell on all of Longhorn country. Some heads are about to roll.
PS. Several more girls have come out against Brody and Jenson. If you have any information on the asshole's whereabouts, call the tip line now.
Scarlett
My granny always said that the truth would always come to light or that it'll all come out on wash day.
Today is that day. When the shock wore off about what Axel had done, I realized it was my turn to bring London justice.
Brody and Jenson had paid their price. Now, it was time for the others to get their due. I'm going to tell the world.
For London
By Scarlett Quinn
I, Scarlett Quinn, have been warned by the Dean of Student Affairs that this article would do more harm than good and that he would take it down once it was published.
I'd say he’s right. Liability will come to him or anyone else who tries to cover up what happened to London and the other girls that Jenson Avery and Brody McDougall have hurt.
My voice will never stop rising in one accord with all the victims. For London.
For each of us. For every victim who will never receive justice.
Timeline:
On August 17th, 2023, I met with London Jameson in my office at the editorial building. She told me her story, her truth, and I have the consent of her family and friends to tell her story.
On October 31, 2022, Jenson Avery drugged and raped London Jameson at the Baseball House while Brody McDougall watched.
They drove her home, called her a whore, and made her life a living hell after that.
They sent her threatening letters, made prank calls, and drove up and down her street daily to taunt her into silence.
Jenson and Brody eventually killed her for not bowing down in secrecy.
On November 15th, the first people London told were those she should have been able to trust, ones that were supposed to put her safety first. She had two separate meetings that day.
The two men with authority failed her miserably.
Those two individuals are the baseball coach, Samuel Smith, and the Dean of Student Affairs, Curtis Farley.
We are calling for their resignation, and since Texas is not a two-party consent state, her conversations with them were recorded.
Contrary to what London was told, it wasn't her fault, and a full investigation was never had.
Those tapes have been sent to the police, and a full investigation will likely take place.
On September 08, 2023, London Jameson drew her last breath at her apartment on Fillmount Avenue.
She was clinically pronounced dead at 5:30 PM.
She was hung from the clothes bar in her closet, but not before she was injected with a high dosage of potassium chloride, which threw her into cardiac arrest. Had this been dealt with by certain personnel, London may still be alive.
This will make national news, as I've already sold the story.
At the request of London's family, the money will be given to a nonprofit organization that helps survivors of sexual assault related crimes.
We, the many, are tired of money covering up a multitude of sins and good-boy politics. Your time at the top is over.
On October 14th, 2023, I was attacked in my office by Jenson Avery and Brody McDougall. They drugged, kidnapped, and planned to rape and murder me. I'll never be the same person, and to think it might have been prevented. My rescue came, but London’s never did.
Since that fateful night, both Jenson and Brody have been on the run. They are armed and extremely dangerous. Please take precautions and call the tip line if you see these scary individuals.
To the other girls that have been hurt, don't allow anyone to shame you. Come forward. I support you, I believe you, and I will stand beside you through it all.
The news crews showed up in droves, and the Dean and Baseball coach was fired.
Seven girls have come forward, and six of them told Dean Farley about what they had done to them.
The only difference is that London told me, and that's why she was killed.
I've fought through so much guilt because of that.
I realize it's not my fault, but the guilt is still there no matter what.
Dani has helped me more than anything, and after the nightmare she went through last year, we've bonded.
She's studying to be a psychologist and has hooked me up with her therapist.
*
It's been one month since the attack. Axel has been so understanding, and he's loved me through the process. He won't admit to it, but my dad is headed to rehab because of him. They have become close. My dad and I talk every day, and our relationship has thrived during this ordeal.
Axel is straddling me while he massages the tense muscles in my shoulders and back.
We've gone over our Data Science homework until I never want to talk about how artificial intelligence is more accurate when collecting data for businesses. As the weeks roll by, typical day-to-day tasks have become more manageable. I’m thankful for the amazing people that became a part of my life before the shit show.
The nightmares don't happen every time I close my eyes anymore.
I've concluded that my life will never be the same, but the new normal we've created together is nice.
It's not perfect, but it's real, and it's ours.
My eyes roll back in my head as Axel's expert hands maneuver my tense shoulder and back muscles. I pop his leg when his hands move toward my breast. "No way, mister. Massage first, hanky panky later."
He leans down with a growl, then rubs his erection between my ass cheeks. Making the butt plug he inserted earlier go even deeper. Did I mention we were naked? A fire begins creeping from my belly to the apex of my thighs. Axel continues the massage, but now I'm over that. "Get up, please."
He laughs. "Why?"
"You know why, mean ass." I pout.
Axel slaps my ass hard but sits up on his knees long enough for me to turn to my back. I smile up at him, and he palms my breast. "What do you want, Wallflower?"
My face turns red, but I say the words all the same. "I want you to sit on my chest while you fuck my face."
His caramel-colored eyes light up in a lustful fury. "I can't be gentle, Scarlett. Are you sure?"
I nod. "When have I ever wanted you gentle?"
He says my name through clenched teeth, then ties my hand to the bedpost behind my head. "And after, I'm going fuck you so rough that you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."
I giggle. "Promises, promises."
"Mouths who get smart get punished by big cocks." He hisses as I lick the tip.
"Is that a punishment?" The way he looks at me with so much intensity and love makes my mouth water.
"Take. It. All." He commands.
His girthy dick enters my lips, and I won't stop him from hitting the back of my throat. I hollow out my cheeks and suck him hard. Axel bucks his hips as he moans my name. He grabs onto the headboard and comes in an instant down my throat. "What's that look for?" I smile.
Axel sighs in contentment “I love my life. How the fuck did I get so lucky? My girl really knows how to suck cock.”
I laugh and am secretly pleased. "I really love my mans cock.”
He unties my hands and kisses my lips. "No one has ever made me feel like you do."
I bring his lips back down to mine. "How about you show me your gratitude by making me limp tomorrow?"
***
Scarlett is my future. Whatever she wants, whatever she needs, it will be done. -Axel
I laugh before turning serious and flip her over.
I can't help the smile that forms on my lips as she yelps.
This ass is mine to claim tonight. "Get up on your knees.
" She hesitates, but I slap her ass to get her moving.
"Now." Taking some lube, I rub it up and down my cock, then insert two fingers inside her to help her forget her nerves.
Taking out the plug, I put a finger inside her with my other hand.
Scarlett moans her approval, and when she comes, I place my cock near the entrance.
"Scarlett, every hole is mine. Understand? "
"Yes. Please." She begs.
A gasp escapes my lips as I enter. I've fantasized about this moment for so long.
"So tight, baby. So fucking tight." I slam into her, making her final hole mine and she cries out in pleasure.
Her rounded cheeks are red with my handprints, and the sight alone makes me come inside her ass.
We lay down, holding each other as we catch our breath.
That was the most surreal experience of my life.
In all my whoring I'd never had anal sex before. Neither had she.
She kisses my lips gently. "You know I meant to tell you the other day." She pinches my hair.
"Ouch! Why do you always do that?”
She laughs. "Because you'll be asleep in two seconds if I don't. You know how you...you know...Brody?"
I lift my eyebrow, not where I thought this conversation was going. "Yes, ma'am?"
"Well, that's two romance tropes, actually."
I kiss her breast and place her erect nipple in my mouth. "What's that?" Somebody, meaning my dick is ready for round three. I did promise her that she wouldn't be able to walk. She pants from my exertions. "Well..." I look up long enough to give her a smug smile.
"What?" She sounds dazed.
Placing my cock inside her, I take her lips and devour her. Scarlett scratches up and down my back, as I increase our tempo. "You have such a greedy cunt, Wallflower."
I slide in and out of her tight pussy, causing the friction we all love. "Come for me right now, Scarlett." Her muscles tighten around me, and I come inside her for the third time tonight. "Every hole."
She kisses my shoulder. "Every hole."
Scarlett lays her head on my chest as I rub her back. A thought occurs to me. "I think I know the tropes."
I've been reading her damn books since we've moved in together. It's so naughty, and the plots get me every time. More men should read the smut. She looks over at me with raised eyebrows. "I'm listening."
I give her a cocky glare. Just because she's been reading these books longer than me doesn't mean I'll be wrong. "First of all, never doubt me. Second of all, touch her and die. And the morally gray MMC."
She laughs, and the smugness is gone off my face. "Touch her and die, yes. Morally gray, no. Your decision was that, but you aren't fully that."
I roll my eyes. "Well, what's the second one then?"
"Feeling stabby." She calmly replies.
God help me, I can't help it, I laugh. "You're amazing."
She nods. "I know, and it's apparent that something is wrong with it because we found that funny."
"No, baby. Something was wrong with him. I don't regret ridding the world of that piece of McTrash." I shrug and smirk.
She giggles. "You're an idiot, but you're my idiot, and I love you."
My heart skips a beat. It always does when she says those three little words that hold so much power to me. "I love you forever."
She smiles. "Forever and a day."