Countless times, I returned home with messy hair and disheveled clothes.
When Dexter saw it, he only questioned me with a stern face. “Caroline, have you been fooling around? “You’re not even 18 yet. Do you think Mom would be happy to see you like this?”
I held back my tears and stifled my cry.
But I couldn’t stop the pain in my body and my heart.
I wanted to tell him that it was Lana, together with some boys from our class, who stripped off my clothes and took photos of me.
A harmless smile graced Lana’s beautiful face.
“Caroline, if you dare reveal it, I’ll spread these photos
“Let’s see what Dexter will think of you.”
Did it matter if I revealed it or not? I didn’t know.
I started taking medication and losing handfuls of hair
But it was useless.
