"Enough!"
Clay's palm cracked across my face, cutting me off mid-sentence.
His expression was murderous.
"Even now, you won't admit it. You won't repent."
"Lydia, I never knew you were this shameless. This heartless."
"You won't confess? Still lying?" His voice dropped to something dangerous. "Fine. Let's see just how stubborn you really are."
He stood, seized my arm, and dragged me toward the stairs.
"Clay! Let go of me!"
He ignored my struggling, hauled me down to the basement freezer, and shoved me inside. The lock clicked into place.
"Let me out! Clay!"
I slammed my fists against the door, over and over.
The only answer was his voice, cold and merciless, from the other side.
"You won't admit it? Then let's find out what gives first. Your life, or your pride."
"The moment you confess and get on your knees to apologize to Roberta, I'll let you out."
I pounded on the door until my hands went numb. No one came.
The cold seeped in fast.
I slid to the floor, helpless, my body temperature dropping by the second.
I didn't know how long I'd been in there when the door finally opened.
I looked up. Roberta rushed in, face full of concern, reaching down to help me to my feet.
"Sweetie, are you okay? Come on, let's get you out of here! We need to get you to a hospital!"
I stared at the sincerity painted across her face, and something inside me split apart.
"Roberta, why are you doing this to me?" My voice cracked, barely holding together. "What did I ever do to you? Why do you keep hurting me?"
If I had to choose who I hated more, it wasn't Clay. It was her.
We'd grown up together. We'd been best friends since childhood.
I was the one who stepped in front of her when that senior girl tried to slap her in school. Took the hit for her.
And she'd clung to my arm and sworn we'd be together forever.
Yet this was the same girl who, later, drove a knife into my heart again and again.
Roberta put on a wounded, aggrieved expression.
"I was just worried you'd been deceived by a terrible man. I only wanted to help you find a husband who truly loved you and trusted you."
"Look! If I hadn't tested him this time, you would've married a bad man. What if someday another woman came along and made up lies about you, just like I did? Then you'd—"
I flung her hand off, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.
"You weren't doing it for my sake! Every single time, all you've done is hurt me!"
Roberta blinked, her eyes wide and innocent.
"Okay, okay. You're right. It's my fault. Let's just get you to the hospital first."
She pulled me up by force. My legs could barely hold me. She pushed me into the car.
The car drove straight past the hospital. Straight toward a hotel.
I watched the road with growing alarm.
"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?"
She just smiled, something secretive curling at the corners of her mouth, and dragged my weakened body out of the car and into a room.
The door swung open. Inside stood a group of burly men, leering, their faces twisted with ugly intent.
Roberta let out a piercing scream, ripped her own clothes, smashed her own forehead against the doorframe until it bled, and bolted out of the room.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Miss Sawyer! I won't fight you for him! I won't fight you for anything! Please stop hitting me!"
Every instinct in my body screamed danger. I forced myself upright, reaching for her, trying to grab hold of her.
Before I could steady myself, the door was kicked open.
Clay took in the scene. Me. The men behind me.
His eyes went red.
His hand whipped across my face.
"Lydia! Do you have a death wish?!"
"Not only do you refuse to repent, now you're trying to destroy Roberta?! You'd go this far to ruin her?! How can you be this vicious?!"
"I didn't!"
I bit down on my lip and screamed.
