You're Still Mine to Torment

Synopsis

I thought transferring would be my escape. Six hundred and fifty miles from Riverbend to Fairhaven. New school, new classes, a totally clean slate where nobody knew my name. I honestly believed I could finally start over. Then came day five. Right after lunch, a notification pinged in the class groupchat with a photo attached. It was me—mouth hanging wide open, cafeteria chili dripping down my chin. The caption was brutal: [Miss Piggy chowing down.] I didn't recognize the burner account that posted it. But I knew the picture. He took it. Adrian Monroe. Six hundred miles, and the psycho still tracked me down.