The One to Blame
When my boyfriend invited me to the school rooftop to watch the fireworks, I went with excitement and anticipation.
But what awaited me was a nightmare—a group of thugs ready to destroy me.
They tore my clothes off, burned me with cigarettes, and used various objects to torture me.
My boyfriend stood there, casually recording everything with his phone.
He sneered, "Melanie, this is what you owe Sofia. You'll spend your entire life paying for what happened to her."
It turned out he never truly loved me. The time we spent together was all part of his twisted plan for revenge, a plan crafted for his sister.
Later, standing by the ocean, I called him.
Through tears, I asked, "Will giving my life atone for what happened to your sister?"
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