Prologue

“Mom, Mom!” I bang on the door.

She always puts me in here with all her clothes and shoes when he comes into my room. I hate when he’s in my space, but my mom always protects me.

“I’ve told you to leave her alone,” my mom shouts at him. “You will never touch her again. She’s a baby!”

I try to look through the gap in the door to see what is happening. Mom’s fighting, and she sounds scared. Peeking harder through the crack, I suck in a gasp as she falls onto the floor while he stands there laughing at her. He turns toward the closet, and I shudder as he walks closer to my hiding spot. Scooting back against the wall, I try hiding behind the clothes, the soft musk scent hits me from my mom’s clothes, giving me some sort of comfort, but I know only my mom can save me.

“Bea!” I open my eyes wide, taking in a deep breath. “You here?” Quinn’s voice registers after handing me a coffee.

“Where else would I be?” I say, rubbing my eyes, trying to forget the past, but I can’t.

I have to get justice for them both, and I will. I don’t care what I have to do to get it. If I have to fake it and act with him, I will. If I have to smile and pretend I don’t know who he is, I will. No matter what, I’m ready.

“Nope. You’re ‘not’ here,” Quinn answers in a snarky tone. I don’t look at him and close my eyes. “You need to start taking your sleeping pills?—”

“How about we talk about something else,” I cut him off.

How the fuck am I supposed to sleep when all I can think about is what he’s done, not just to me, but to my family? He broke us, not just emotionally, but physically. Now, I want to take everything from him, especially his power. I’m going to take it all and leave him with nothing.

“How about we fight about the fact that we can’t stay in the same dorm room? Rich fuckers want to split the genders… Do they really think people won’t be fucking each other? It will happen no matter what they do.”

A small giggle escapes as I shake my head. I finally look at him and lean back on the couch.

“You know it’s true. The assholes here are going to be in and out of the dorms all the time.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you because your door will be the one opening the most.” Saying it with a straight face is impossible. “I’m sure you’ll find a nice rich boy to fuck—” I grin.

“We might not have the money like these people, so we might as well fuck them.”

“Nice Quinn, selling our body to the rich.”

“Says the person who has more vibrators than she needs. Just three weeks ago, you had sex with three different men each day!” Quinn says, making me laugh.

“Well, if the first one had been any good, then it would have been just him. But he was shitty in bed. I had to come home and finish myself using my favorite vibrator.”

“And it took you fucking two other men to find out which one was good enough?”

“Fuck no, they were all shitty in the sex department, but a girl has needs.”

“I don’t think there is anyone who could keep up with your needs. You’re itching for dick every hour.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, so a guy can fuck a different woman every day, even two in one day, and they’re ‘the man.’ But when a girl does it, then fucking hell, call her every name under the sun. I love sex. Just call me Samantha.” Quinn bursts out laughing, making me throw a pillow at him, and he leans in closer to me.

“‘Sex in the City,’ want to watch an episode?” Quinn grabs the controller and switches the TV on. “Ready for the party tomorrow?”

“Can’t wait,” I whisper as I lean back, pulling the cover over myself on the couch.

I’m ready to make him pay, but first, I have to get the Vipers to notice me. It won’t be hard if the rumors about them sleeping with any female on campus are true. I give it until tomorrow night before I hook them.