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Darkest Hour

Isobel POV

My eyes burn, hot tears threatening to spill from my eyes as Javier's hand glides over my thigh.

I'm aware of the numerous eyes that glare at me, puncturing holes into my skull as though I'm the one who's so desperate to sit with their so-called idol, but I'm much aware of the hand that's desperately trying to dive into my skirt.

My hand shakes on the table, and my heart thuds so hard in my chest it hurts.

What is he trying to do? No, why is he doing this to me?

It's enough with all their glares, and the hatred they'd be nurturing in their mind, why is Javier making my life messier and hard every day?

I hold my breath, and my right-hand balls into a fist on my lap.

I pray, desperately hope that someone is seeing what he's doing and is willing to stop him.

I can't...I don't want to...

"Hey," Javier leans in to whisper in my ear and I flinch, my head making rd contact with the head chair.

"Why," his hand skims over my thigh, his hot breath fanning my neck. "Why are you maki
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