We've made our minds and we've made our
beds, so let's sink in
Massie Block could handle being called a lot of things. She could handle being called a bitch, beautiful, alpha, ditz.
But there was one thing that Massie couldn't handle being called. Whore. But because of three guys and a camera, that's what people called her.
Alicia made it out like she had wanted to loose her virginity on camera, at a party, to three sleazy guys. But that wasn't rue at all. It was supposed to be special.
It wasn't her fault. She had been raped. Raped by her so-called boy-friend, Cam, and his friends Danny and Dempsey. And because of that, she was officially a whore.
No on believed her. They thought she had asked for it. Thought she had begged for it. But she hadn't. She hadn't even known wheat was going on. Mr. Sleazy had spiked her drink, and then decided to film it, and then post it online. Of course, it had gone viral faster than Paris Hiltons sex tape.
Of course, this being Westchester, her parents had called up YouTube and bribed them to take it off, and Cam's parents had called the police and bribed them not to press chargers. And like magic, it disappeared. But it could never disappear from hers, and the rest of Westchester's memory.
Her parents still hated her. They, like the rest of the world, didn't believe her. Cam had dumped her. And her friends, well let's just say that they were never really her friends. They just liked to pretend.
She had gone from having everything in the world, to having to pretend there was a reason to live.
She hated herself.
And that's why, on December 16th 2010, Massie Jillian Block, was found in her bedroom with a bottle of pills in her hand.
Dead.