Chapter 18

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Liza's POV

"Thank you guys!" I said, grabbing some leftovers and walking out the door into the harsh sunlight of Los Angeles.

David clicked his keys and his Tesla unlocked.

"Why, thank you," I said, smiling at my boyfriend who grabbed the door handle and opened it for me. He pecked me on my left temple and got in the car.

*

"Bye," I said, kissing David and handing him some leftover bacon and oatmeal in a plastic container. I locked my front door as he left and jogged up the stairs to my room and went on my laptop.

Wow. I haven't been on my laptop in a while.

I looked at my email and new notifications were coming in like a waterfall. There were messages ranging from "where are you" to "who raped you". I slammed my laptop shut and sat down on the bed, tears welling in my eyes.

"How do they know?" I whispered.

It had to come out some way. It wouldn't matter if I said it, or the police said it, or one of my friends said it. It was out there. No take backs.

My hands roamed around in my purse until they touched my phone. I grabbed it and rang David's number.

"Hey, what's up?" His voice echoed through my speakers.

"Um, I looked on Twitter. H-how does everyone know?" I swiped my hand under my nose, trying not to cry again.

"Honestly, I don't know. But don't you think it's for the best? You know, them knowing about it?"

I shrugged, even though he can't see me.

"I guess, but still. It's scary Davey," I said, almost whispering into my phone.

"Look babe, I'm in a meeting, but as soon as it ends, I'll come over. Okay?"

I sighed. "Okay. Love you."

"Love you more."

I hit the red circle on the screen.

After a couple minutes of staring at the white wall with a blank stare, I opened up my Macbook and pulled up the Twitter website. My fingers hit the keys, making an uneven tapping noise fill the silent room.

@ lizakoshy : sorry for the inactivity. video will be up soon. love you all.

I hit 'tweet' and let out a big sigh.

A nervous one.

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