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“Rae, don’t you dare tell me you told someone at that fucking school what's happening.”

“And what if I did?”

She tried reaching for my eye again, but I snatched her wrist. If she told anyone at that damn school what was going on and they started poking around, I wasn’t sure I’d survive my father’s assault. I’d kept it hidden from the school this long. And the last thing I needed was someone attempting to upend my life because it was their job to give a shit about me.

“Leave, Rae. I’m serio—”

“Cleaver!?”

I closed my eyes and quickly dropped her wrist. I stuck my tongue into the inside of my cheek as Roy pried the door away from my hand. I sighed as Rae’s eyes flickered over to him, and he pushed his way beside me, chuckling. I’d tried to spare Rae from my best friend, but it had been her choice not to fucking listen.

Why the fuck did she never listen?

Roy laughed. “What the hell are you doing here, Cleaver Beaver?”

Rae rolled her eyes. “I could ask you the same thing, Roy Toy.”

He shru