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ROXETTEThe city lights blurred past the tinted windows as Chandler’s sleek black car glided smoothly through the evening traffic. I sat in the passenger seat, my legs pressed tightly together, still feeling the dull, delicious ache between my thighs from everything he had done to me last night and again this morning. Every small shift in my seat sent a reminder through my body.My phone buzzed again in my lap for what felt like the hundredth time.Another message from Diana.[Roxy, where are you?? You missed all of today’s classes. I’m actually worried now. Call me back]I stared at the screen, my heart sinking like a stone. Then another notification popped up right after.[If you’re with some guy and ignoring me, I’m going to kill you when I see you.]My stomach twisted painfully. I could already picture her face with a mix of genuine concern and growing frustration she always got whenever I disappeared without a proper explanation. Diana knew me better than anyone. She had been

ROXETTEThe knock came again. Three sharp, impatient raps that echoed through the tiny apartment like gunshots, vibrating the thin walls and rattling the cheap light fixture above us.Dave froze instantly. His disgusting, beer-soaked breath was still hovering barely an inch from my neck. His rough, sweaty hands remained pinned around my wrists, pressing them painfully against the wall.His heavy body was still flush against mine, his disgusting hardness pressing into my thigh. I could feel the rage vibrating through him at being interrupted right when he thought he was finally going to take what he wanted.“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed viciously in my ear, his voice low and venomous, spit landing on my skin. “Not a single fucking word about this, you hear me? If you say anything—anything at all—I swear I’ll make sure your worthless mom never sees another cent. I’ll kick both of you out on the street tonight. You understand me, you little bitch?”My heart hammered so violently I though

ROXETTEChandler’s mansion felt like another world.I was curled up on the massive sectional sofa in the living room, wearing one of the soft oversized hoodies I had left here. It smelled faintly of his fresh laundry—clean, expensive, safe. The servants had quietly brought in a tray of food on Chandler’s orders before he left for a sudden emergency meeting: fresh fruit, warm croissants, grilled chicken salad, and a tall glass of iced lemonade.I was happily eating, legs tucked under me, watching a drama on television, when my phone started ringing.Mom.I stared at the screen, hesitation twisting in my stomach. Part of me still hoped she was calling to apologize. To finally admit that Dave was a pathetic, dangerous man and that she had kicked him out. Another, more realistic part of me already knew better.I took a deep breath and answered.“Hello?”The explosion came instantly.“What have you done?!” my mom shrieked so loudly I had to pull the phone away from my ear.I blinked, irri

ROXETTEI had finally stopped crying.The living room was quiet except for the soft clink of the servants clearing the tray. I was curled on the sofa in Chandler’s oversized hoodie, knees drawn up, when I heard footsteps.I looked up just as Diana walked in, eyes wide as she took in the marble floors, crystal chandelier, and sheer size of the room.“Roxy?” she breathed, sounding both relieved and stunned.My heart jumped. I stood up so fast my legs wobbled. “Di?”She broke into a relieved smile and rushed forward. We crashed into each other in the middle of the room, arms wrapping tight.“Oh my god, I was so worried!” Diana said, squeezing me hard. “Where have you been?! I’ve been calling and texting nonstop since yesterday. You missed all your classes, you didn’t answer anything—I thought something bad happened!”“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” I whispered, hugging her back just as tightly. Her familiar vanilla shampoo made my eyes sting again.She pulled back but kept her hands on my arm

DIANAThe house finally felt peaceful again.After the mess at the gate, after watching those two pathetic people scramble for the money my father threw at them like dogs, everything had settled down. Roxette had gone quiet and disappeared into one of the guest rooms. I told her I’d check on her later, but honestly, I needed some space to breathe.I walked into my bedroom and closed the door with a soft click. The room was exactly how I liked it: soft lighting, cream and sage tones, the big bed piled with too many pillows. It felt calm. Normal.I kicked off my shoes, stripped out of my clothes, and stepped into the ensuite bathroom. The hot shower was exactly what I needed. I stood under the rainfall head for a long time, letting the water beat down on my shoulders, washing away the leftover tension from the day. When I finally stepped out, I slipped into my favorite silk pajamas—the pale pink ones with tiny white stars—and towel-dried my hair just enough so it wouldn’t drip all over