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His beautiful eyes were downcast, his movements incredibly gentle.
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For a moment, I felt like I was back in my childhood, back when Carter had been so kind to me. He would blow on my scrapes.
when I fell and stand in front of me, scaring away the boys who teased me. It was because of his kindness that I had been deluded.
I had once believed that he liked me too.
“It’s too late now. I’ll take you to the hospital tomorrow.”
I was stunned; his gentle tone caught me off guard. He was actually talking to me.
He gently stroked the bandage on my hand, his shoulders trembling slightly. Soft sobs reached my ears.
“Why, Lindsey? Why did you have to do that to my dad?”
I stared at him blankly, feeling too exhausted to even try to explain.
After that day, Carter disappeared again.
When he finally returned a month later, he barged in, reeking of alcohol.
He quickly crossed the room, grabbed me, and threw me heavily onto the bed.
In the next moment, he was on top of me, his presence overwhelming and aggressive.
I struggled to clear my head from the shock of the impact and fought back desperately, but my resistance only made him angrier.
In the dim light, I could see the frightening redness in his eyes, like a crazed animal.
“Lindsey, how do you know the Dale family?” he demanded.
I stared at him, wide–eyed, terrified, and bewildered.
He let out a cold laugh and spoke again. “The Dale family is actually willing to turn against me for you. Lindsey, you must be quite something.”
Fueled by alcohol, he had lost all reason.
His hands tightened around my throat as he tore at my clothes with violent force.
All the humiliating memories from the past flooded back in an instant: the dark alleyway, those leering faces, and the abruptly ended call for help….
