“Tell me who put their hands on you,” he coaxed as he stood behind me, my face in his hand and his fingers on my throat. “And I’ll make it better.” Think, Shannon, think… “Well?” Hurry the hell up… “Shannon?” “I got smashed up in P.E.,” was all I came up with. Johnny didn’t respond. He just continued to stare at my neck with a dark expression. Panicking, I hurried to add to my lies. “It was my fault. I got in the way of the boys during soccer, and four of them ended up crashing into me.” Slipping around Johnny, I walked back into his bedroom, putting some space between us. “I ended up on the
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