Chapter 9
Jasmine's POV
I looked at myself in the mirror and what stared back at me was a horrified, extremely sad girl.
How my life had drastically changed in the couple of hours following my mother's departure with Russo for the weekend still felt like a dream. I wanted to wake up and find out that everything was just one horrid nightmare. But like the dead rat and the note in blood that Hardin had left on my bed, it was real.
Hardin had done all of those things to me, each time without remorse or care.
He had touched me and my body had shamefully responded even though I hated everything. Even though I begged him to stop. And then he had put his...
I could not even say it. Just thinking about it made me sick.
And then he had paraded me in front of his friends like a slave and even
