**Laura’s POV**
I hear the door slam, my last and only line of hope extinguished. I wanted to tell Liam what happened. For some foolish reason, I believed he was the one soul I could go to for help. Instead of the warmth I once felt from his embrace, I was faced with the sharpened ice shards of his impaling words—striking what was left of my already shattered heart to complete nothingness.
I’m struggling to breathe—the pain—it’s too heavy. I can’t release a sob, for I do not have enough air in my lungs to exhale. The water released from my tear ducts obscures my vision, yet I am still making my way to my locker. With my scarf still in my hand, I did not bother to cover my neck. Why would I when the one person whose opinion I valued the most sees me as a tainted ungracious pest? I could feel scowling eyes, judging the very essence of my being. I swear I can hear their thoughts calling me every foul word in the dictionary, trash, tramp, slut, whore... the list is endless.
A sudden dizzin
