LOGIN“Yes!” The anger comes rushing back instantly. “He told them everything that happened and made the decision himself.” Robin winces a little. “Oh…” “And then,” I continue heatedly, “he starts diagnosing me with some PTSD bullshit because of one nightmare.” Wren and Robin exchange another look. I se
I barely make it anywhere down the hallway before my knees give out. The apartment door slammed shut behind me seconds earlier, but instead of storming off as I intended, I sink down against the wall outside my own apartment with tears pouring uncontrollably down my face. My chest hurts. Not physica
Greg takes a breath, visibly trying to remain patient. “I was trying to protect you.” “There it is,” I mutter. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You deciding what’s best for everybody.” Greg stares at me. “You think I wanted to do this?” “I think you crossed a line.” His expression darkens slig
JenI wake with a start, disoriented by the unfamiliar brightness pouring through the curtains. For a moment, I just blink up at the ceiling, my body heavy and sore, my mind foggy from restless sleep. My ribs are aching. My shoulder is throbbing from where the bruises still stain my skin. Every move
“But—” “I’m here.” I gently press her hand against my chest so she can physically feel my heartbeat beneath my shirt. “I’m alive.” Jen’s breathing hitches. “I’m safe,” I continue quietly. “And most importantly—you’re safe too.” Her eyes squeeze shut briefly as another tear slips free. I wipe it awa
I don’t remember falling asleep. One moment, I had been wiping down the kitchen counters after cleaning up the remains of the little welcome home party, and the next, I am lying beside Jen in the dark, exhaustion dragging me under harder than I had expected. The apartment is silent except for the di
Jameson quickly wheels me away to our trailer so the boys can finish working on their bikes. “I can’t believe that psycho crazy bitch. How dare she say that we are engaged? I would never do that to Jen. We’re not engaged, are we?” I ask them, as the three of them would know more than I would about m
“Who is the friend you are talking about, whom you’re staying with? Is it anybody we know?” Shit. I can feel myself starting to panic. I look at the guys on the table, then at Jen, then at Andrea, who looks like she could eat me alive with one of her eyebrows raised and lips tilted to one side, then
“If you even think about embarrassing me in front of all these cameras and my dad, I will make your life hell. Memory or not I don’t give a shit Greg. You are mine and only mine.”“Whatever you say, Princess, I’ll do just as you say, but I’m warning you now, Andrea, if you Mav or Garrett hurt Jen, y
Randy came and found me and took me over to the team pit, where a table and a microphone are set up ready for me to make my statement. What I am surprised to see behind the table on a trailer and stand is a bike in disarray. That can’t be my bike, surely. The front of the bike is pointing upwards, a






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