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“Why did he leave me?” I ask my reflection in the mirror, but the poor, sad, heartbroken fool doesn’t respond.
Not that I need her to. I know what I did. I deserve his hatred.
You don’t know shit.
Those were the last words he hurled at me before storming out of my life.
What could he have meant?
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I wipe my hands on my face to rid myself of the extra water clinging to my lids. I’m in search of the little slip of white paper he threw at me, and I find it lying on the floor.
I pick it up, and despite the size, it feels heavy in my hand. I turn it over, staring at it, but mostly delaying. Whatever this is…it feels important. An outcome that will most likely change me forever. And that thought alone makes my breathing ragged. My heart races. My palms sweat.
I turn it over again. This time, I read the words.
A website is scrawled across the top, followed by a username and a code.
My name and his number creating the username. Pip13.
What is this?
Under it says, “…with interest. We’re even now.”
What the hell does that mean?
There’s only one way to find out. I make a mad dash for my room, snatching up my laptop and typing in the information.
The website sends me to a bank account, and my heart stutters before resuming the pounding quality it’s taken on since my secret was exposed.
I’m not sure what I’m going to find, but my fingers type in all the information quickly.
You know exactly what you’ll find.
My hands shake as I wait for it to load. The screen refreshes, and a bank account dashboard pops up.
The balance of $60,000 flashes back at me, and my eyes narrow in on the screen.
Confusion settles over me as a million questions run through my mind.
Whose money is this?
Why did he give me the details?
I press the profile information and start to scour the site.
Under the profile setting, I search for the account details. Aiden’s name is at the top, but beneath it, under a heading for account nickname, is a name I haven’t seen in years. Pippa Johnson. The name I gave him long ago. The only name he knew me as.
My eyes well with tears, and my heart slows.
Seeing that name brings about a host of emotions. It’s what I went by before I escaped the hellhole I grew up in. I changed my last name to my mother’s maiden name the second I got away. All the reasons I left Pippa behind crash over me.
The abuse.
The neglect.
The hurt.
The betrayal.
