Rachel’s POV

I stood there, frozen in shock and hurt, as Andrew's handprint stung my cheek. I couldn't believe he had slapped me.

Who did he think he was?

"How dare you!" I shouted, my voice trembling with anger. "How dare you slap me! Who do you think you are? Are you fucking out of your mind?

Tears filled my eyes, the pain piercing my cheeks. I had let him slap me the other day without retaliating or saying a word; it didn’t give him the damn right to do that again.

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