Everyone Mocked Me for Going to Prom With the School Outcast—Then He Exposed My Brother’s Secret in Front of the Entire Gym

miserable for months.”

“He already does,” I whispered.

Escaping Marcus

By Friday afternoon, Marcus had taken away my car keys.

He had frozen my debit card.

He had even instructed the housekeeper not to allow visitors.

I sat on my bedroom floor wearing my prom dress.

My mascara was already smudged from crying.

Then came a soft continue reading …