Jenna Hayes POV:
Doris's words sliced through me, each one a fresh cut. "Disgraceful! Promiscuous! You've ruined everything!" There was no concern in her voice, only disgust.
My gaze fell back to the photos on the floor. I recognized the sheets, the faint pattern of the wallpaper. It was Dillon' s dorm room. He had taken them. While I was unconscious.
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. A searing pain erupted in my chest, like an ice pick plunging deep into my heart. My vision blurred.
These photos, taken just last night, had already made their rounds. Someone had been eager to spread them, to humiliate me.
Dillon. Just days ago, he had held me close, whispering promises. He swore he loved me, swore we would get married after graduation. He had coaxed me, charmed me, plied me with alcohol until my resistance crumbled. He had played the part of the doting boyfriend, making me laugh, making me feel safe. He made me believe he genuinely cared.
He had dragged my semi-conscious body back to his bed, over and over, lost in his own twisted desire. And I, in my pathetic hopefulness, had believed he would love me forever.
"Who took these, Jenna?" Doris demanded, her voice cutting through the fog of my shock. She grabbed my arm, her grip tight. "Tell me! Who is it?"
Her eyes weren't searching for my pain. They were searching for answers, for damage control. Her reputation. Mr. Reynolds's reputation. That was all that mattered. Not me. Never me.
