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Paisley Andrews knew what pain felt like, but she never thought it could feel like this. She had felt it for years, especially when Jeff (despite not knowing him that well) and Hannah died, but now this was a whole new level she never felt before. She cried until she couldn't shed anymore tears.

She never thought she could feel so. . . hopeless, feel so. . . dirty. No matter how many showers Paisley took, she just couldn't get rid of the feeling of Bryce's hands on her. It was like prints were left on her. She had scrubbed her skin with a washcloth until it turned red, until it began to scrape off and leave behind open wounds she never even bothered to look at after.

Yes, Paisley felt hopeless and dirty, but most of all, she felt broken by the betrayal of the one person she thought she could trust, the one person she thought would never hurt her. That one person was Justin Foley, through and through.

Justin knew everything about her, just as Paisley knew everything about him. They knew each other's secrets, each other's fears; everything. They had gone through so much together and now Paisley didn't know what to do. She couldn't help but blame it all on Justin. She didn't want to, but she did.

When Paisley woke up the next morning, her head pounded against her. She knew she had to go to school since it would be a bad look, but she didn't care anymore. She didn't care about anything anymore. Emptiness is what she felt when she finally got up from her bed to go downstairs and eat breakfast.

Sam, of course, was at work and was still ignoring her daughter, but Paisley was ignoring her mom, too. Lucas was at school, or at least Paisley was hoping he was. The time was 9:44, so even if she wanted to go to school, she would've been late.

Paisley walked into the kitchen to grab some milk from the fridge, but a large orange envelope caught her attention. She picked it up and examined it.

It wasn't until Paisley saw her name on it that she realized what it was.

A subpoena for the Baker trial.

"Great, just what I need." the girl muttered to herself, putting the subpoena back down on the kitchen counter.

After pouring herself a glass of milk, Paisley walked back upstairs to her room to cry some more, but when she entered her room, Justin was sitting on her bed.

"What the hell, Justin?" Paisley asked, putting down her class of milk on her desk, "What are you doing here?"

Justin stood up. "I'm sorry. I needed to see you."