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I grit my teeth. “Sorry, I’m not coming. Is there anything else, or can I go do my job?”
She sighs.“Look, darling. I know you’re still angry. And your father and I have apologised about the littleissuewe caused with Johanna. But it’s been years. Isn’t it time you finally forgave us?”
My heart freezes in my chest.“It wasn’t alittle issue,” I hiss,“she destroyed the lives of everybody I care about. And you bothhelpedher do it.”
“Well, the situation was difficult. It was your fault for involving her in that threesome thing you do. It was bound to end in tears, Riven, honestly. We were just doing what we thought was best for you.”
I close my eyes. “No, I will not be coming home this summer. Mom, I’m sorry, I really have to work.” I hang up.
My phone immediately buzzes again. I slide it back into my pocket, rubbing a hand over my face. I hate talking to my parents. Every time, I end up fucking furious. I’d cut them off completely, if they didn’t keep making donations to the local hospital. But—
“WHORE!”
A shout from across the square shakes me out of my thoughts. It takes me a couple seconds to pick out where the voice is coming from. A drunk old man is standing outside one of the local pubs, ranting at some poor girl. He steps back, unblocking her from my view, and I catch sight of a familiar pale pink coat.
Daisy.
I don’t even think before I take off across the square, running full-pelt. As I get closer, I can hear the disgusting things he’s saying to her. “I thought of you when I came last night,” he slurs. “You’re just a little slut, aren’t you? Here.” He paws at her pocket. “Gimme your phone. I’ll give you my address. You can come over later, yeah? Don’t worry, my wife won’t mind.”
Daisy pulls away, confusion all over her face. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I… I don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Don’t be mean,” the guy mumbles, pushing forward. “C’mon. Gimme yournumber.I’ll pay you to come over.” She tries to step back again, and he grabs her arm. “How much do you want, huh?” He yanks her into him, so she falls across his front, her breasts crushed against his chest.
Anger flashes across her face. “Don’ttouchme.” She hisses, then stamps on his foot, hard.
The guy howls. “You little fuckingwhore!”He spits.
“Hey!” I bellow. “What the fuck are you doing?” They both look over. Relief floods Daisy’s face. I pull her behind me and turn on the man. He’s clearly pissed out of his head. His cheeks and nose are red, and his eyes are glazed. “You don’t touch her, you don’t talk to her, you don’t fuckinglook at her,” I snap. “Do you understand me?”
The man looks between the two of us. “Doctor, your girl is a whore,” he garbles. “She’s made me come so many times.”
Daisy shivers. I draw her closer to me. “Get the Hell out of here, you piece of shit.”
“She likes it in the ass,” he crows. “She likes to take it hard up the ass. You fuck her up the ass?”
I fucking snap. I step forward and grab the guy by the collar, shoving him backwards. “You come near her again, and I will call the police. You’re sexually harassing women in broad daylight. There are plenty of witnesses.”
He stumbles back. “Police won’t care,” he mumbles, then belches. “I’m just tellin’ the truth. She’s a whore.”
“Fuck. Off.”
Grumbling under his breath, he turns and staggers away through the snow, heading back to the pub. I take a couple of breaths, trying to calm down. The protective instinct running through me is so strong that it surprises me. I haven’t been this angry for as long as I can remember. I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a breath through my nose, then turn to Daisy. She’s standing rooted to the spot, her arms crossed tightly over her chest like she’s trying to hide herself from him. “Are you alright?” I rough out.
“What was he saying?”
My lip curls. “Unpleasant things.”
“Oh.” She wilts. “I thought so. But I didn’t know for sure, so I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to kick him in the nuts if he was just a weird old man. But then he grabbed me.” She bites her lip. “What was he saying, exactly?”
“You don’t want to know.”
Her face hardens. “Riven. I’m serious. What. Was. He. Saying.”
I sigh. “Just a bunch of sexist bullshit. Ignore him.”
“Tell me,” she insists.
“You really want me to translate?” She nods, brown eyes wide. I rub my face. I don’t even want to say it. “He called you a… whore. A slut. A prostitute. He said that you, ah…” I try to word it nicely, “enjoy anal sex.” Her face whitens as all the blood drains out of her cheeks. “He’s just drunk and talking crap,” I assure her. “He probably says it to every pretty girl he sees.” She looks down, swallowing hard. Her shoulders shake. For an awful second, I think she might becrying. I put my hand on her back. “Hey. You’re okay.”
