Chapter 50

• JASMINE
• I turn my head away in disgust, why does life keep fucking with me? Everyone who I hate is gathered here. My heart pangs hot and heavily in my chest cavity as I gulp down the remnant of my alcohol. I can feel Romano's stare piercing into the back of my head.
• What is he looking at me for? He has already done the worst he could. I shouldn't be afraid, yet my legs are trembling nervously, and I hate myself for how much power he has over me; I despise him, too.