I turned my head, refusing to look at him.But then, he dropped to his knees, grabbed my hand, and pulled it toward his face as if to make me slap him."It's all my fault! Aria, I'm a jerk! Hit me! Please, hit me!"I yanked my hand back. "That's enough, Miles. Even if I hit you, I still wouldn't forgive you."He fumbled in his pocket, pulled out an amulet, and held it up. "Aria, look! I've carried this all these years. You made it for me yourself, remember? I love you!"He loved me?I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then shouted at the man kneeling before me. "So what if you love me? Do you forget what you did to me?"I unlocked my phone, scrolled to the videos my so-called friends had sent, and hurled it at him."Look at them, Miles! Look at what I went through! Count how many men laid their hands on me! If my mom hadn't advised me to keep a pair of scissors under my pillow, I might not even be alive right now!"The recording was filled with whistles
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