"Take that and leave. Or I am calling my Dad and the police." I hold my phone as I threaten but he does not seem to care.
"Go ahead. Call them." He nonchalantly responds.
"Aren't you even going to apologize?" I could not help but ask that even though I know he wouldn't do it. He should be aware that I almost killed myself because of him. Shouldn't he be saying sorry at least for shoving his dick down my throat and having his friends record and post it on the fucking internet?
"All that stunt you pulled was for an apology? Don't kid me." He scoffs. "It's not like you are even going to accept it if I do."
Where is all the numbness I had from earlier? Why is his lack of remorse cutting me?
"What did I ever do to you? What are you even doing here!" I shouted, but it came out as a croak. My voice sounding unrecognizably hoarse. It hurts to speak.
