Debbie
I pushed through the heavy metal door and stumbled onto the rooftop. The wind was howling, biting at my skin, but I didn't care. I ran to the edge and gripped the railing so hard my knuckles turned white. My chest felt like it was being crushed.
“A heavy log.”
“Size 10.”
“Black prefers them slim.”
Chloe’s voice was on a loop in my head. Every word was like a sharp needle stabbing my heart. I looked down at my body, hating what I saw. Was I really that bad? Did Black look at me with disgust every time we were together? f**k. What am I saying? Hadn't he thrown it at my face a million times already?
I had been humiliated. This guy—he didn't just say these things to me. He was broadcasting them to everyone. Everyone he slept with.
I fell to my knees, sobbing into my hands. My pho
