Chapter 9 - THE SLAP

Vanessa looked at Ethan as if he had spoken another language. âYouâre joking.â âNo.â âYouâre ending our engagement here?â âIâm ending it because of what youâve become.â âWhat Iâve become?â Her voice rose. âYou humiliated a member of my familyâs staff in front of three hundred people.â âShe is why youâre doing this!â âNo.â Ethan stepped closer. âYou are.â Vanessa slapped him.
The ballroom erupted. Ethan did not move. Vanessaâs hand shook. Then she turned toward Naomi.
âYou.â Naomi stepped back. âDonât.â Vanessa lunged anyway. This time she grabbed Naomiâs hair. Naomi reacted.
One hand trapped Vanessaâs wrist. A quick pivot. Vanessa ended up bent forward against a table, unable to move without hurting herself. No punch.
No dramatic throw. Just complete control. âI told you to stop.â Vanessa struggled. âGet off me!â âStop fighting.â Security rushed over.
Naomi released her immediately. Vanessa spun around. âI want her arrested!â A Boston police captain attending the party stepped forward. âI saw what happened.â Vanessa stared.
âSo did about three hundred witnesses.â Her face collapsed. Celeste pushed through the crowd. âVanessa, come with me.â âNo!â Her voice cracked. âThis is my engagement party!â Ethan looked at her.
âNot anymore.â That hurt more than anything else. Not quietly. Not gracefully. She screamed at Ethan, Richard, Naomi, the guests.
Then security escorted her toward the entrance. As she passed Naomi, she whispered, âYou think this is over?â Naomi met her eyes. âI hope it is.â Vanessa smiled through tears. The front door was open.
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Inside, every drawer had been pulled out. Her clothes were scattered across the floor. And on her bed sat the one thing that made her stop breathing. A photograph from Philadelphia.
The seventeen-year-old girl Naomi had once protected. Across the picture, someone had written in red marker: YOU FAILED HER ONCE. DONâT FAIL AGAIN.