My stomach churned, just having to remember that night. I had wanted to stand up and shout that Trevor was a delusional asshole when he claimed I was his girlfriend and that attacking me was part of consensual role play. I don’t know what triggered his mental breakdown, but neither of those is true. And I have no rape fantasies. I won’t knock anyone that does because to each their own but fuck no, that shit isn’t for me.
Having to get on the stand was nerve-wracking. Even more so when I had to go into details about what happened that night, the only reason I could get through it was by looking at Clay. I got through Mrs. Durvo’s questioning, but now the part I dreaded. Trevor gets to ask me questions.
“Xenia…” Trevor smiled that smarmy smile that made me sick to my stomach. “May I call you that?” He asked.
“No,” I answered adamantly.
I could tell it riled him, but he smoothed his ill-fitting suit jacket down as he stood. “Very well, Miss Rosario. Is it not true that we’ve gone on d
