He turns and leaves the room, followed by the officer who holds the door open for us to leave. The air is so thick in this room I can’t breathe, but I’m frozen in my seat.
I can’t move.
I feel like every single shred of confidence I managed to slowly piece back together has had a wrecking ball slammed through it.
They didn’t believe me.
Jenna wraps around my bicep.
“Come on, Indigo,” she says to me gently, before sharpening her voice to the Chief. “This isn’t over. Not by a long fucking shot.”
I rise to my feet with her, staggering to the door as she takes my hand. Regina is already standing in the hallway, arms wrapped around herself, tears soaking her cheeks as she eyes the chief marching past her.
“No, no fucking way,” Jenna grits out, stomping through the police station.
I finally manage to find my voice as Regina and I chase after her.
“Jenna, wait.” My hands slam against the glass door as she rampages into the street.
When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I slam into her back—shortly followed by Regina. My eyes search her face, and she’s staring into the parking lot.
I follow it, and freeze.
My blood turns to ice, and bile rises in my throat.
Conrad is exiting a sleek silver car, followed by George and a man in a crisp black suit.
“Jenna, no,” I gasp, trying to grab her, but she’s already gone.
“You pieces of fucking shit! Look at you both, hiding behind your daddy! You won’t fucking get away with this. You’re a rapist. You both are!” she screams, her voice echoing through the street, attracting the attention of every single passerby.
“Jenna, it’s okay,” Regina finally says, her arms wrapping around Jenna’s body, trying to tug her away.
It’s no use; she’s cemented to her spot as her voice soars across the parking lot.
“No! Neither of you are getting away with this. Every single person in Kingstone will know that Conrad and George Montgomery are rapists! Did you hear that, people? Rapists!” she screams, her voice getting louder so everyone can hear.
I feel like a deer in the headlights. Jenna’s face is blotched red with the anger that’s bubbling inside her; tears roll down her eyes whilst her body vibrates in Regina’s hold.
I walk up to her on shaky legs, ready to drag her away when the man in the suit steps right into us.
“I would suggest you keep your fucking voice down,” he threatens, eyes wide with fury. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with.”
My hands grip her shoulders, feeling her step back into me, and something inside me finally snaps.
“I couldn’t give a shit who you or your family are. Your sons violated us, and they’ll fucking pay for what they did.”
My chest rises and falls with the sharp intakes of breath. It feels like an inferno is burning inside it, filled with a wrath I can no longer contain.
“I wouldn’t care if you were the fucking president. You don’t scare us, and you’re not above the law. You raised men who drug women and take their consent from them. I don’t know how you can stand there and protect either of them. You should be fucking ashamed. It makes me sick to even breathe the same air as you,” I snap, my voice deathly steady compared to the storm that’s finally erupted inside me.
Judge Montgomery slowly drags his glare from Jenna to me, looking me up and down, huffing a laugh. “Careful what you wish for.”
He eyes his sons, a sharp and firm tilt of his head for them to follow.
Conrad’s gaze catches with mine; a sick, evil and forbidding smile tilts on his lips, forcing me to look away as a tremble shudders through my body.
“Yeah, walk away. Hope you enjoyed your sleep this morning, because it’s the last time you’ll ever rest peacefully, you bunch of pricks! I’ll make sure everyone knows what you two did!” Jenna yells, and the three of us finally manage to leave the station, a crowd now gathered as we make our way to her car.
