Dad... Lock Every Exit." Moments Later, No One Could Leave. "Dad." "Lock every exit." I spoke quietly into my phone
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Chapter 2 / 5
Chapter 2: Every Camera Was Recording
Chapter 2: Every Camera Was Recording
My attacker regained some of his confidence.
"You have no proof."
"You think anyone here will testify against me?"
I smiled.
"I don't need opinions."
"I need facts."
The ballroom lights dimmed.
Every television screen surrounding the stage flickered to life.
Security footage filled the displays.
Every angle.
Every hallway.
Every second.
The recording showed him grabbing my arm.
Slamming me into the marble wall.
Striking me while dozens of guests watched.
No edits.
No dramatic music.
Only reality.
Gasps echoed across the room.
Several people quietly lowered their eyes.
One woman covered her mouth.
Another guest whispered,
May you like
"...We all saw it."
No one could deny what had happened anymore.
