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The guy spat on the ground for good measure. And Ima? Oh, she laughed. Like, full-on cackled when she heard about Bill's swan dive. She'd schemed for years and ended up with nada— No Bill, no money, and thanks to the miscarriage, no chance of kids. She switched cities, switched jobs, tried to hit reset, but yeah—"can't have kids" wasn't exactly a selling point for the guys she wanted. And the average ones who were interested? Total no-go in her book. By thirty, she was living solo in some dingy apartment. A gas leak did her in.

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

Miley screamed, her voice cracking with panic through the phone. Seeing me cough up blood had nearly shattered her. Steve pressed the rod against my head. "Delia, why don't you fight back when someone hits you?" I lay on the floor, eyes blank, voice flat. "Because Miley said fighting made me one of the bad ones." Steve was clearly satisfied. "Exactly. Didn't she send you to my center to teach you that?" Miley's voice kept spilling from the phone, desperate and loud. "That's not what I meant, Delia! Get up! Fight back, now!"

beginning with his annoying voice. "'What's up'? Are you f*cking asking me 'what's up'? You f*cking lied to me, that's what's up! Kept yapping on and on about how we'll be f*cking partners in f*cking crime! But where were you when things went south?" "Babe___"

"What's with you, Ophelia? Emma's gastritis was acting up. You were only on your period. Can't you tell which one of you needed my help more? Are you seriously throwing a tantrum because of this?" I calmly looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "Caleb, I wasn't on my period. I had a miscarriage." Caleb froze. After a long moment, his lips curled into a mocking smile as he sneered. "Is this a new trick? Are you trying to guilt-trip me? Have you forgotten the tests we did seven years ago, Ophelia? It's nigh impossible for you to get pregnant. Don't you feel ashamed telling such a humiliating lie?"

They’re persistent on making him a player even online, sending all the flirtatious replies in Erric’s name. Thor opened Gossip’s built-in camera. It was the only way the app accepted any photo, sticking to its gossip principle of having no filters and edits. He snapped a candid picture of Erric from behind as he looked to the side, and typed the caption as he spoke it out loud. “Thirsty. Need something to drink.” The number on the corner of the Gossip button went up. Thor tapped it, leading him to Erric’s Gossips box, and saw the previews.

“Today is my parent’s anniversary. I promised them I’d be there to celebrate with my girlfriend.” “Mmm, girlfriend?” “That’s what you are, baby girl, but when we’re behind closed doors you’re Daddy’s little slut. Like I said before, you need all the rest you can get.” We both entered the car and I glanced down to see him holding some candy in his hand. A ring pop to be exact. I took it and opened it up. With my eyes on him the entire time, I popped it into my mouth. Vance groaned as I sucked on the Cherry flavored candy like a pacifier. “Baby, I really like watching you do that, but it causes a big problem for Daddy.”

Unlike my friends, they managed to sneak a few beers into the party. My friends were already with their girls. Well, except for me. The pop music was blaring too loud for my taste. I preferred classic and alternative rock—the only thing that Emma and I did not get along with. She loved pop singers—Harry Styles, in particular. Thank God she wasn’t like a Bieber fan or Kpop because I would delete her playlists if she liked them too. I looked around the living room that they turned into a dance floor. It was crowded. Everyone was dancing— drunk or not, despite the floor strewn with old chewed dirty rags.

My head feels like it's in the clouds, but at the same time, I'm worried. Historically speaking, every time I get too happy, something bad happens. I mean, just look at the day my parents died. It was on my birthday! Stop it, Daniel. Stop thinking so negatively. Everything is going to be fine. You will go out to the party with Logan and have a ton of fun! I gave myself a small pep talk and got ready for the party. It was almost time for Logan to get here. I hear a honk outside. Knowing it's Logan, I smile to myself.

“And why would I want to do any of that, Mr. Playboy?” I smirk. “Because I know your brand deals, and being associated with a bullying tyrant just because you want to ruin our lives? That’s the perfect icing on the cake. Negative press isn’t like the good kind; the bad one can uproot everything you’ve ever worked for. All your followers may be loyal, but your brands won’t be. Because the second they realize you’re not the fake bitch online, they’ll pull each and every deal away from you, and leave you to die with nothing.”