'It would be best if Annabelle was here. If she wasn't, I could just show her the surveillance footage or something.'
With that thought, Vivian Yates hurried into the restroom.
She deliberately found a bath towel inside and wrapped it around herself. Then, she made sure to expose the bruises on her skin, mussed her hair to look disheveled, and ran out.
Leona Grant was nearly out of the bar when Vivian Yates caught up to him. She threw her arms around him and cried, "Brother-in-law, you can't do this to me! I know you love my cousin, but I'm a person too! I was an innocent girl, and that was my first time! You can't just pay me off and send me away! You have to take responsibility for me! I won't accept this, I could never accept this! You have to answer for what you've done!"
'Fucking hell...'
'If I weren't just playing along, I couldn't possibly handle this level of humiliation.'
