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ICE FIFTY-ONE: HOW CAN I SAVE US?

Author: SHINING
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-10 18:53:13

MADISON'S POV:

I trembled but forced my voice steady. “If you think I’m afraid of you forever, you’re wrong."

He laughed, cruel and mocking. “Justice? Sweetheart, you have no evidence."

More memories came flooding. Owen at fifteen, shoving me down the stairs while his parents watched, claiming I'd tripped. Owen locked me in the basement during dinner parties, telling guests I was 'troubled' and needed discipline. Owen's hands where they shouldn't be, his parents turning blind eyes to their lovely boy's cruelties.

"I'll expose you," I whispered, finding courage from somewhere deep. "I'll tell everyone what you and your parents did. What you all are."

His backhand sent me reeling into the coffee table. Glass exploded as my favorite mug shattered against the floor.

"You'll do no such thing." He grabbed a framed photo of Thane and me, hurling it against the wall. "Because if you breathe one word about the past, I'll destroy your pretty little future."

Scratchy appeared from the kitchen, f
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