Wanting Winter(63)

He looks petrified.

I smile at his discomfort.

He looks to the exits, but he spots the police, and when he looks back at me I just stare at him. Then smile, smirking at him.

He shakes his head, looking angrily at me, but it’s too late.

It’s game over for him.

His power over me has gone.

Like fuck will I continue being his victim.

I clear my throat. “I am Winter Daniels.” Hearing myself talk feels weird. My throat hurts a little. “As you know, I was kidnapped, taken. I was in my home when I got raped, drugged and beaten. I was put in a dirty room, with one tiny window for light. I was lucky if I had a bottle of water and a sandwich to eat a day.” I sigh. “That light was the only thing I hung onto—hope that one day I would be free, that I would be once again out in the real world.

“Each day that passed at the beginning, I thought it wouldn’t be long until I was found—that my friends were looking for me—but as the weeks went by, my hope died, as well as my soul. I was kicked, punched, slapped, cut, belted, whipped, you name it… He enjoyed my pain. He enjoyed my screams, my pleas.” I look to Patrick. “I kept praying it was just one big nightmare, but with each day that I opened my eyes and saw where I was, the more broken I started to become.

“As you all know, I stopped talking. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how badly he has ruined me. Each hit, each stroke of pain, I started to get immune to. There was nothing he could do that could break me anymore. He’d already broken me. But I tried to hold onto something that he could never take, and that was my voice. My voice was mine.

“When I was found, I thought I was finally free, but I was wrong.” I suck back the tears that want to fall. “He is still raping me,” I say, and the whole room starts talking. “He is in this room.” Everyone quietens again. “He sees me every day; he sees me trying to move on and he doesn’t like it. He wants me to stay his, but he changed me, and trust me it’s not for the better.

“I have become angry. I hate my so-called friends. I hate them for not looking for me sooner. I hate how they have moved on, being happy with their lives when they caused nothing but pain to me. Because of them, they led a path to me, for this to happen.”

I look to the guys. “Trent was my boyfriend. I was falling in love with him. Then he and my best friend decided to fuck behind my back. But because I haven’t been talking, I have had a chance to listen. Candice and Joshua had made a plan to break us up.” I look to them and they are looking at me in shock.

“Joshua told Candice what to do and say and she got the guy and I end up fucking him. They broke my heart just so the star jock could fuck me, but not long after fucking him, I end up fucking with Trent’s best friend, scared I was going to lose a guy who became my best friend. However, I found out that as soon as he had fucked me, I wasn’t as shiny for him anymore and to make it worse he ended up sleeping with Candice as I was being beaten in a basement. Yet another guy Candice fucked who had meant a lot to me.”

They start arguing amongst themselves, but I don’t stop.

“You see, you are all poison. I am known as the Ice Queen because I wouldn’t open my legs to any guy with a pretty face, but the guys who I did open my legs to fucked me alright. They fucked me over.”

The Dean comes over. “I don’t think this is relevant, Miss Daniels.”

“This is all connected,” I tell him. He looks unsure but steps aside. He wants to know who my kidnapper is, that’s why he is letting me continue. “I guess now I will be called the Ice Queen for a different reason now you find out what I have been doing.” I look to each of my so-called friends. “After my rapist fucked me on my first day back here, I fucked my ex-best friend’s boyfriend. Each time I have been raped at school, I have fucked Neil to get some of my power back.

“When you are raped, it changes you. You can become a scared little girl, but I promised myself I wouldn’t. I used all of my anger and energy and I took it out on those that deserve it. I have also been fucking Joshua’s girlfriend.”

Joshua stands, and Trish stands, pleading to him.

“It just shows that as long as you are good in bed, no one can be faithful. You have fucked me over, so now I have fucked you over. It's not nice is it?” I say angrily to them. “I have continued to be raped and none of you have noticed. My rapist, the guy that turned me into this cold-hearted bitch,” I look to Patrick, “is the guy I thought was my friend, once upon a time. He enjoyed having power over the girl that men in this school wanted but couldn’t have, but he felt threatened when I started fucking about. Patrick Watson is the one accountable for hurting me beyond repair.” I point to him. “He is my rapist; he is the one that turned me into this ugly person.”

Patrick stands and tries to run away, but Trent jumps him as well as half the students.

I stand there watching the show in front of me.

I watch as the police climb through the crowd getting to him.

I watch as my old friends fight amongst themselves.

I know Patrick will be locked away.

I have no one now, but I don’t want anyone.

I am happy to hold onto my anger.

Friends screw you over.

If you screw with me, I screw you right back.

Payback is always a bitch.