Don, I Left as You Wished Chapter 02

Don, I Left as You Wished Chapter 02

I leaned against the wall. My body was stiff as a corpse as tears streamed down my face.

My phone vibrated endlessly with harassment texts.

With shaking hands, I ripped out the SIM card and threw it away.

My mother arranged a leave of absence for me, giving me time to finalize my move abroad.

Her mind was never on me anyway. Even if I vanished, she probably wouldn’t notice.

Although the photos were taken down, everyone around me seemed to know.

Cruel, mocking whispers followed me everywhere.

“Who knew Celeste Costa was such a slut? She acts so innocent, but she’s probably been passed around by half the city.”

“Watch out, man. You don’t want to catch whatever disease she’s carrying.”

Fear and shame washed over me like ice.

After finalizing my paperwork, I walked out in a daze, clutching the thin receipts.

As I passed a classroom, a group of guys blocked my path.

I recognized them. They were the school’s notorious punks.

One of them pulled out his phone, displaying my private photo while leering at me.

“This is definitely you. Damn, you’ve got a great body.”

“You look so sweet, but I bet you cost a pretty penny for a night.”

“Why don’t you hang out with us? I want to see what Damiano Barone’s sloppy seconds taste like.”

I froze, slowly stepping back.

“What do you want?”

They flashed disgusting grins, grabbing my arms and dragging me toward a camera blind spot.

They pinned me down, their heavy bodies pressing against mine.

“Get off me! Don’t touch me!” I screamed.

My strength was nothing against theirs. No matter how hard I fought, I could only watch in horror as their hands tore at my clothes.

Fabric ripped.

“Stop screaming, no one’s coming to save you. Be a good girl and satisfy us, and maybe we’ll let you live.”

I bit my lip so hard that blood dripped down my chin.

The moment they paused to unbuckle their belts, I reached into my bag and pulled out a knife.

“Back off! Don’t come any closer!” I gasped.

Back in high school, when a stranger harassed me, my mother blamed it on my outfit, so I stopped wearing dresses entirely.

But that day, I had been wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

If Carlo hadn’t shown up just in time, things would have been worse.

Ever since that day, I always carried a knife.

But these guys just laughed, closing in and lunging to snatch the weapon.

During the struggle, the blade suddenly plunged straight into my chest.

The punks panicked. Terrified of a murder charge, they scrambled off me.

I collapsed on the floor, bleeding out as agonizing pain ripped through my body.

Yet, through the haze, I distinctly heard one of them making a hurried call.

“Don Carlo, we have a problem. She just stabbed herself.”

Carlo’s cold voice came through the speaker.

“Is she dead?”

Then Damiano’s voice cut in.

“Carlo, you’re out of your mind! You actually sent guys to assault her?”

Carlo just shrugged indifferently on the other end.

“I only wanted to scare her. How is it my fault if she’s unstable?”

“If she’s breathing, dump her at a hospital. Make sure she forgets everything about today.”

A chilling horror erupted in my chest, freezing me to the bone.

He truly wanted to destroy my life.

His past words echoed in my fading consciousness.

“I know her mom didn’t kill my mother. But seeing her happy makes me sick.”

“Dad might feel guilty toward them, but I don’t.”

My eyes were swollen from crying as darkness finally swallowed me whole.