Is It My Fault I Have Daddy Issues?
She looked down at herself, at the brown water pooling around her feet, and her bottom lip started to tremble.
Then she started crying.
Not quiet, pretty tears. Loud, ugly sobs that echoed off the bathroom walls. She covered her face with her hands, shoulders shaking as she cried harder and harder.
“Please stop,” she sobbed. “Please… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
I kept recording.
Bianca laughed. Ashley took out her own phone and started recording too. Rebecca just stood there, smirking like she was proud of herself.
“Look at her,” Bianca said loudly, making sure the video caught it. “Crying like a baby because she finally got what she deserved.”
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