BLACKMAILED

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. I clenched my fist against the steering wheel of my car and tried to focus on my deep breaths instead of the taste of bile in my mouth. I was parked in a spot a bit far from the school’s parking lot, my car hidden by the trees with wide-spread branches. I didn’t want to go in there, to face them all and act like their comments wouldn’t get to me. Before I’d drifted to a dreamless sleep, I’d surfed the internet, and as I suspected, it was much worse than before. Everyone thought I was a two-timing whore. The names they called me in the comment section, the way everyone had different think pieces on me and who I am, even though none of them even fucking know me personally. My skin crawled at the thought of having to face them all with my head high, even though all I wanted to do was run and hide in a small hole. Lucien would have been the perfect anchor to steady me against all this, but he had to be somewhere. I clutched the note he’d left on the bedside table of