Chapter 72

Ken dropped the book of pictures onto the coffee table beside him as I sobbed into my hands. I was more than just embarrassed, I was completely humiliated. If Ken got them, then that meant almost everyone had probably seen them, too. I couldn't even begin to describe the feeling in the pit of my stomach as I ran to the bathroom. I proceeded to heave what was left of my lunch into the toilet, but it didn't help to take away the sick feeling that encompassed my entire being. Ken must've followed me because I felt him begin rubbing soothing circles onto my upper back as he swept my hair up into his hold. "That little fucking prick must've found a way to transfer the photos to his phone or print another copy..." Ken elaborated, veiled anger in his voice. "But don't worry, Penny. I already beat the fucker into a pulp and Zack finished up the rest. All of his originals will be destroyed," he assured me. I wiped my mouth with a piece of toilet paper and accepted the small disposa