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Jackson was worried that it would affect you. "She's being a fool." Grace's heart ached for Noelle. She couldn't believe what had happened. "Now they're both sticking to their own versions of the story. Joshua denies the rape allegations and is accusing Noelle of intentional harm." Hazel paused and added, "Ms. Jackson was traumatized by the incident and is currently also in the hospital." "I want to go there!" … The entire VIP hospital suite was frighteningly silent. Grace rushed into the hospital room. Noelle was lying in bed, looking pale and listless. Timothy sat beside her.

Damien “Boss, take a look at this.” Drake angled his phone toward me from the front seat, his expression tight. I leaned forward, and there it was… “Mrs. Grayson allegedly with her thug causing chaos in Liberty Nursing Home.” The headline blared across the screen, followed by a shaky video clip clearly pulled out of context. Social media, always eager to twist the truth into something unrecognizable. My jaw clenched as the footage played. I didn’t need the sound to feel the mockery.

Penny said. As she spoke, I stepped to my left where Graham was coming out of his room. He was in a state that silenced me for a moment. His face was scratched up so badly that none of us responded for the first few seconds. "I’m not going to stay with Kaylee anymore. I don’t want an abusive wife like her. I am letting you all know, I love Madeline," Graham stated with his lips split, his nose bleeding, and too many bruises on his face and neck.

Jake struggled to wear his clothes, but the cops overpowered him. “We have enough proof against you. Ra*e and attempted se*ual abuse are acts of felony. You can’t escape the law.” I eased off the bed and ran to Drake, wrapping my arms around his neck to cling to him. “Drake, where were you? He tried to force himself on me!” I sobbed as tears of relief fell from my eyes. I had no idea what would have happened if Drake hadn’t saved me. He hugged me closer. “I was right here, recording the proof, Daniella. I called the cops right away. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

"ARE YOU ACTUALLY OUT OF YOUR MIND?" Gracie just had experienced the biggest trauma of her life, so for now she lets the man yell his ass out while she regulates her breath and slowly gets her soul back. She will talk with this man later, for now she doesn't have any strength left.

Shawn nodded, trying not to break eye contact. Jade sighed and looked down at her fingers. “We weren't involved in an accident. We were kidnapped. He was a psychopath. He killed my mother. Gave her cuts all over her body and let her bleed. She died in my arms. Slowly and painfully. I was tortured and... And... R***d. Then I was locked up in that dark place, cold, hungry, and afraid. And every day I prayed for death. But it didn't come. Neither did help.” Jade paused as the words stuck in her throat. The tears were forcing their way down her cheeks as she wiped them off.

The woman in them wasn’t Zoe—it was Jenny. And that wasn’t even the worst of it. She had a history of animal abuse and was even the admin of multiple online groups that circulated cat torture videos. Dylan had no idea how long he sat there staring at the screen. When he finally shut the laptop, his mind was blank, his head pounding like it was about to split open. He turned instinctively to look at Jenny, still sleeping peacefully in bed. His eyes burned red with rage, and something dark and feral flickered in his gaze.

“You’ve been tempting them every time you screamed for Jackson as if you wanted them to think the sun shines from between your legs. You deserved it all.” Her breath hitched. “You’re either a slut, or you’re too weak and pathetic to be with Jackson. I wish we had come a little later, so at least they would have got rid of you first.” She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to tune him out, but it was impossible. She felt too raw to take any more abuse. His words burnt through her, whirling in her mind along with the images of those men. Dylan dressed her wound roughly, causing more pain before he reached for the first aid kit and snapped it shut.

He says "Haley would never do that. But my ex husband abused me and left me to die. Jace found me and nursed me back to health. I have a scar that runs down my back and one on my inner leg. He abused me so much that I can't have kids." I tell him "I'm sorry." He mumbles "I'm not it made me the person I am today." I tell him "Um could I have tomorrow night off?" He asks "What for?" I ask

Whenever Dylan's friends who were on the basketball team threw parties, Dylan always invited me, sometimes I go and sometimes I don't go. I get wasted easily, another side of me shows up and starts doing embarrassing things I would never do when I'm sober. There was a time Dylan invited me to a party, with just 2 shots of tequila I was wasted. I threw up all over his shirt and in my mom's favorite cooking pot, I was grounded because of that. There was another time I got wasted and posted some nasty pictures on my i***a. Luckily for me, Dylan noticed it before it went viral and deleted.