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Everyone was too startled to speak another word as they all helped each other up through the vent. Ollie took a seat at the edge of the mattress with his head in the palms of his hand. His knee bounced uncontrollably, and I crawled over and sat beside him.
After everyone left, I placed my hand over his back to calm him.
“I’m sorry, Mia. I didn’t mean to, but I can’t control myself. You’re not a fucking knickknack. No one should ever objectify you. You deserve better …” he explained as he ran his hands through his hair.
“It’s okay. I’m stronger than you think. I could care less about what those people think or say about me. Hell, I’ve done enough to myself to deserve it.”
He cocked his head to face me. “No, don’t do that …”
“Do what?”
“Don’t justify other people’s actions or comments because of your past. I don’t care what you did. No one deserves to be treated that way. He needs to start respecting the girls here, especially you.”
Climbing off the mattress, I got to my feet and stood before him. “Well, now we’re in quite a pickle.”
Ollie lifted his eyes to mine. “Why’s that?”
“My exit plan just left.”