ELENA
It's been a week after that dreadful night and the last encounter with Devon Sanders and yet, I kept finding myself thinking bout him at random times.
After three days of uninvited stay at Joanna's house and emptying her fridge of all fruits and every eatable item, I decided to go back home. Dad and I were not on talking terms with each other. We avoided crossing paths while living under the same roof.
And I am glad about that!
I had everything in control by now, but I wish I could change that night with Devon. He did nothing to provoke me when we were alone.
He could have done many things to teach me a lesson. I was completely out of my mind and was not in a condition to defend myself yet... he didn't.
That didn't justify what he did later though.
Now I remembered how he threw me on the bed and the pictures he took. That fact bothered me a lot.
What if he leaked those pictures online? What if he passed them to any media house?
