Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

the village square… All of it was Damon Fucking Torrance. I
pictured those same black eyes from when we were kids,
watching me in the ballroom.
I let out a growl, throwing my phone down on the bed and
putting my head in my hands. “I could kill you!”
But then I heard someone barge into my room. “I told you
to stay off the phone!” my father bellowed.
I pulled my hands down, still sobbing but feeling him take
something off my bed.
I reached for where I threw my phone, but it was gone. “I
need my phone,” I argued.
“GGriffin—” my mother interrupted.
But my father wasn’t listening to anyone today. “Enough!”
he barked.
“You knew I liked him,” I heard my sister say, somewhere
around the doorway. “He was arrested, Winter!”
“GGood!” I yelled.
“Everyone hates us now.”
“GGet out!” I shouted at her.
How could she not be on my side? On this one thing?
“You’re going back to Montreal day after tomorrow,” my
father bit out, seething so hard I thought he might hit
something. “We’ll bring you back if the police need you.”
“You can’t press charges!” Ari told him.
“GGo!” he ordered. “GGo to bed, and stay out of this.”
I hung my head, and I couldn’t stop crying even if I tried.
“I didn’t know it was him.”
“Who did you think it was?” Ari charged. “You were
warned they liked to play pranks! They get off on it! Like a
regular guy would actually date you? That’s what you
thought?” And then she mumbled, “Fucking stupid.”
Stop. Please stop.