Davina's POV
Chaos and Blame
I stood frozen, crushed under the weight of their accusing glares. My mother, my sisters—the three people who were supposed to protect me. Instead, they stared at me like I was some kind of villain.
My mother flung her arms up, her sleep-tangled hair wild around her face. "Did you really have to bash him with that thing?"
I stayed silent. My hands still shook from what had happened just minutes before. Terror still wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, revulsion still twisted in my gut.
None of them gave a damn about any of that.
Dotty released a weary breath from her spot on the couch, barely conscious. "Great job, Davina. Now we're homeless again."
My head whipped toward her, shock hitting me like ice water. "How exactly am I the villain here? He tried to—" My voice cracked, but I pushed through. "He tried to rape me."
