Marrying The Lethal Town Outcast

Chapter 7

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pulled her knees to her chest, staring blankly into th

d with phantom pain as she remembered working three jobs

ce letter from the mail. Tiffany had claimed the state scholars

nor's chest tight. A suffocating grief claw

o her palms until the sharp, physical pain gr

the small porcelain basin in the corner a

n the cracked mirror. Water dripped from her chi

re the marriage certificate with Rory. Get t

larger room, Tiffany was pacing fur

nd. It throbbed with a dull ache, but her

he was completely unable to accept that the qui

leanor actually married Rory Donovan, her plan to ruin E

rrative, Tiffany picked up the heavy

local auto shop. She knew Wayne Hick

e was gruff, still dripping with residual

used a sweet, manipulative tone, forcing her

g about you in the hallway. She called yo

line. His fragile masculinity was easily

at Eleanor always walked the wooded path alone in th

out respect," Tiffany suggested, her vo

. "I'll handle that bitch tomorr

vanished instantly. A wicked, deeply

e locks on her thin window. It was a

rawer. She opened it to count the few crumpled d

alized her special floral tin

earlier that evening. It was a petty theft,

them back in the morning. She refused to con

w bed. She pulled the thin, sc

nded her tense body to rest and pre

as the pale morning sun hit her window. She

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“My best friend Tiffany handed me a spiked drink to celebrate. Not long after, the town mob kicked down the door of a dirty trailer. They found me drugged and trapped in the dark with Rory Donovan, the town's exiled outcast. Tiffany stood at the front of the crowd with a Polaroid camera, screaming with fake tears. "How could you do something so shameful? You are a disgrace!" Because of that orchestrated night, my reputation was completely destroyed. I was dragged out into the dirt, stripped of my dignity, and forced into a miserable life of poverty and endless abuse. Tiffany stole my college acceptance letter, claiming my scholarship for herself while I scrubbed floors to pay off debts. After decades of bone-crushing labor and absolute loneliness, I died a pathetic death in a sterile hospital room, listening to my own heart monitor flatline. Until my dying breath, the phantom pain of a completely wasted life suffocated me. Why did the girl I trusted most orchestrate such a vicious trap to ruin me? Opening my heavy eyelids to the harsh glare of a neon beer sign, the sticky blood matting my hair told me this wasn't a dying hallucination. I was back on the exact night my life was supposed to end. Hearing the mob approaching outside, I didn't run like a coward this time. I turned to the dangerous outcast in the shadows and looked him dead in the eye. "We tell them we are engaged."”