I squeezed my eyes shut, barely feeling him grip my hair as I waited for Winter to understand. It was over. She’d hate me. “Torrance,” she breathed out, hearing what her father had said. “Damon Torrance?” I looked at her as he pulled my hair, making my scalp burn. “Winter,” I begged. “What?” she said to herself, still processing. I tried to move toward her. “Winter.” But I didn’t know what to say. Instead, I shouted at Kincaid who just stood there with his hands all over a nearly naked girl. “Get her some fucking clothes!” I told him. Oh, Jesus. He was having me arrested. But I didn’t care
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