The Second Life of Ashley: A Bitter Payback

ood in my old room, its faded floral wallpaper mocking me, holding

bird trapped. I blinked.

assager, had been the fuse of

then vilely twisted its purpose, spreading ins

ed his lies. She' d screamed, called me a disgrace, and summar

strous, predatory man who delighted in breakin

as they collected money over my corpse. The suffocating stench of th

ad consumed me in my dying moments. How

deep within my chest. This time, I wouldn' t be the victim. This time, I would