Liam's POV
As I lay on the thin prison mattress, staring at the concrete ceiling through my one good eye, the events of the shower replayed in my mind like a broken record. The humiliation, the pain, the way those men had looked at me with such contempt, it all felt sickeningly familiar.
This has happened before.
The thought hit me like a punch to the gut, and suddenly I wasn't in this cell anymore. I was fifteen again, standing in the woods behind Jefferson High School, my heart hammering with nervous excitement as I waited for Rebecca Patrick to show up for our "date."
God, I had been so naive. So stupidly, desperately hopeful.
I closed my eyes, and the memories came flooding back with clarity. The way I'd spent my lunch money on a small bouquet of daisies from the gas station.
