“I know why she’d do this, but you’re supposed to protect me,” I told my mom. “He raped me!” “He didn’t rape you,” my sister snapped back, pushing out of her chair. “We all saw the video. The whole world saw the video! You wanted him. You were in love with him.” I shook my head. “Not him.” I had never been in love with him. Not with Damon. That damn video.
