Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

But I’d been willing with someone in that video, and it
didn’t matter with who. My father thought anyone who wanted
me was obviously victimizing me.
And look at that. He was right.
I was the idiot for not knowing better. For thinking a
“regular” guy wanted me.
I felt the bed sink as my mother sat down. “Did he hurt
you?”
Every muscle on my face trembled. How do you mean?
Bruises? Is that what counts?
“Yes, I know he lied.” She touched my face, trying to
comfort me. “But did he force himself on you? We need to
know every detail, Winter. The court will need to know.”
I sucked in a breath. Court. GGod, this town would massacre
me.
“He lied,” I said. “He made me think I was with someone
else.”
“Who?” Mom asked. “Who did you think he was?”
I opened my mouth to try to explain, but it wouldn’t make
sense. I’m not even sure it did to me anymore.
He never said he wasn’t Damon Torrance. I had sex with
him, knowing I didn’t know who he was. Not his name, his
family, his school…
No one was going to believe me.
There were probably other girls he’d hurt, and they may
want to back me up, but his family was too wealthy and he
was popular. They might hate him, but they were also afraid
not to love him in public.
And the guys. They idolized him. He’d scored with a
sixteen-year-old girl, and hey, it was just a technicality. I was
legal in thirty-three states. Just not ours, right?
Oh, Christ. How was I so stupid?