𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 // 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡

thirty three.

a/n to answer the story line question, i'm really sorry but i am intending for the book to only go on for a few more chapters. also, i'm currently working on a story unrelated to tdi atm titled "I am a fool to want you" check it out if you want ig 🤍

I ALSO JUST REALISED I FORGOT TO MAKE DUNCAN SAY PRINCESS IN THE LASY CHAPTER AND IM SO MAD ABT IT

courtney.
i awoke to a phone call in the morning.
it was ms. dalton. was the police ready?

"hi courtney, i hope you would be okay with coming to the police station with me later today. they are already working on the case" she said. i felt so happy on that phone call. almost giddy that justin would face me in court.
"of course!" i beamed.
"ok. see you then" we ended the call and i was excited. it had taken long enough and i was completely drained of crying every night. the man wouldn't have a hold on me any longer. this was my journey, justin could never take it away from me.

scary. that was the only thought that crossed my mind as i eared my way through the corridor of the police station. it didn't feel real. i never thought i would be ever in this position. night changes i guess. "are you Courtney suchella" the kind woman asked.
"yes" i answered.
"right this way".
i followed this woman to a small closed off room.
"if you are comfortable, you can talk to the suspect" She said.
"guy who did it" i corrected her. "and yeah".
she let me through. i observed the room. it smelt like dust and made my nose itch. my eyes finally fell on justin. he sat there pathetically. the woman eyed him "you're being monitored" she said to him.
he nodded in fear.
"loser" was all my lips could say. if i admitted the effect this had on me he would see me vulnerable. not going to happen.
"listen, i'm sincerely sorry. it would amuse me if we could work past this" he attempted to charm me over.
"oh, you're sorry! my apologies! if only i had opened my eyes a little more. cut the shit." i was desperate to tear him apart. this was something a person never gets over.
"you deserve to rot in hell. actually, no wait. you deserve to sit in a jail cell for fifty long years. during those years you will eat nothing but oil and garlic. then, once those fifty years commenced, a stake will stab you in your left ballsack. then finally, you will not drink any sense of moisture and eventually die. Satan and ted bundy are waiting on the other side for you." this pored out of my mouth like vomit.

"kinky" he said.
"admit it. confess." i demanded. i would get it out of him.
"confess what?"
"don't act stupid."
it took him a good ten minutes for him to admit it.
"fine. i did it." he finally said.

my breath trembled. so it was real. this wasn't a dream. or a terrible night terror. legitimate life.
"so why did you do it?" i asked.
"i don't know. i just felt like it. i was obsessed with you. and i figured you would be down for it. you look know, you're fit didn't exactly say don't come onto me."
i felt sick to my goddamn stomach hearing this. the hair stood from my back. my teeth clenched as my heart dropped.
"so you think it's worth getting fucking expelled and possibly going to prison just to get your dick wet? i thought we were friendish. i thought you were actually completely oblivious during the cheating thing in the summer. but now it's clear to me. you knew exactly what you were doing. and now to think about it, it hurts. i told you so many times i wasn't interested. but you never stopped. ever. i hope i win this case. i wish to god you go to prison. how dare you think it's okay to rob me. rob me of my dignity, consent and rob yourself of humanity. I've heard everything i need to hear. oh and if you ever do get released for a stupid reason, never speak to a woman again. never think of a woman again. never brush your arm against a woman on the street. and especially, never do those things to me. the last time i will see you will be in court. winning my case. goodbye. by the way, i have an amazing lawyer. i like competition" i spat.