89: The new game

Dana

I washed off the trace of alcohol from my body. The smell of alcohol made me nauseous.

Jeremy helped me bathe while I cried from the humiliation. He swore they would pay for what they did to me. I suddenly felt scared of Rachel and the way she looked at me. I had acted cold and responded aggressively to her attacks, so she was probably seeking revenge.

Jeremy went to answer my phone while I was still in the bathroom. I didn't know who it was, but something told me it was Demian. I finished bathing and came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me. I saw Jeremy at the bottom of the stairs, talking to Demian. By the way, Jeremy treated him, I knew it was him.

My husband saw me, and I took the opportunity to signal him to hang up the call. Demian was my least favorite person at that moment.

But Demian didn't just sit idly by and come to see us the next day. He woke me up at seven in the morning. I looked at Jeremy, who was still asleep. I opened the door of the house with a