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"Where's Olivia?" asked Alex.
"I called her mother," replied Ms. Brailin. "She went home."
Alex's eyes widened. "No!"
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"Where were you, bitch?" growled Serena Benson. "Jason was out all night looking for you!"
"I'm sure he was," muttered Olivia.
Serena smacked her daughter hard across the face. "You're in enough trouble already, slut. Bet that's where you were – with a guy. Whore like you."
Olivia knew enough not to say anything as Jason entered the room. He wrapped his arms around Olivia, who stiffened in his grasp. "We missed you, Olivia," he said, smirking.
She pulled away. "Get your filthy hands off me."
He slapped her and lifted her up. "You're coming with me," he growled.
She pounded on his back. "Put me down! Let go of me."
He carried her into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. "We are going to have our little rendezvous now, babe. You thought you could hide from me, but you can't. Ooh, this is going to be so good, baby."
She kneed him in the crotch and started to run as he doubled over in pain, but he recovered too quickly and threw her back down on the bed.
He pressed the barrel of his pistol to the side of her head. "You're gonna stay still or God help me, I will shoot you."
Olivia knew he'd do it, too. So she didn't squirm or wriggle or try to escape again. She closed her eyes and lay comatose until he was finished.
He got up and in that one moment Olivia seized her chance. The gun was lying on the bed, mocking her, inviting her. She picked it up and saw the surprise flash in Jason's eyes.
She didn't think twice. She raised the gun and shot three times, unloading the bullets into her rapist's head.
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