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Sobbing, I reburied the rotting corpse.
Online, the storm around me had reached a whole new level of hell.
#EXECUTIVE SEX SCANDAL! Employee Tries to Seduce Boss, Cries Harassment When Rejected
#ONE GIRL, FOUR GUYS! New Town Bicycle Sets Record—Dating Four Men in One Day!
The page displayed fabricated chat logs supposedly showing me sexting different men. My face had been deepfaked onto hardcore porn videos, everything explicit except for the pixelated private parts.
The latest thread had over 100K upvotes.
"Updated address: Town bike Beth lives at Riverside Apartments 3001. Who's gonna camp outside her door?"
"FOR SALE: Beth's dirty panties and bras, highest bidder wins."
My phone went absolutely insane—texts, calls, voicemails bombing me nonstop.
"Stop playing hard to get! Daddy's got cash."
"Shameless whore, trying to seduce and frame MY husband. I'm gonna destroy you!"
"Hope you get tested, slut. You're probably rotting from the inside out."
I cowered in my apartment as people pounded on my door and rang the bell constantly. I covered my ears, rocking back and forth.
"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me... I didn't do anything, I swear!"
I clutched my knees to my chest, hair wild, trembling at the foot of my bed.
Then my dad called.
The second I picked up, his gravelly voice exploded through the speaker.
"You disgraceful piece of shit! Look what you've done—you've humiliated our entire family!"
"Why don't you just die already, just like your whore mother! Both of you, nothing but sluts!"
"Don't you dare come home, you hear me? I'll beat you to death if you show your face here!"
I tried to explain, but he wouldn't let me get a word in.
Tears streamed down my face as I remembered my mom, who'd disappeared years ago.
I was just a little girl then, and my dad was a raging alcoholic with fists like hammers. Mom finally ran off one day—but she left me behind.
When Dad found out, he beat me senseless while screaming about her.
"Dirty bitch, running off with some other man! Shameless whore!"
"All women are the same—worthless, lying sluts!"
After that, I became his punching bag. I was always covered in bruises and cuts.
Eventually, I got a phone and recorded him beating me. I called the cops.
He got arrested for child abuse, and while he was locked up, I ran.
Years passed. Dad got older, sicker, maybe a little less violent. I'd send money occasionally, but we barely spoke.
Now even my only living relative had turned against me. My boyfriend didn't trust me. I felt like the biggest failure on earth.
The balcony door was open, cold wind whipping through.
I walked over and stood on the edge of the roof.
Two years ago, that boy's face had been twisted with despair up here.
Now it was my turn.
I screamed into the wind, my voice raw with anguish.
"Derek! Come out here! Those photos are fake!"
"I never betrayed you... why won't anyone believe me?"
A crowd had gathered below—neighbors, influencers, reporters, and rubberneckers. Some were livestreaming.
"Yo, check it out guys! She's about to jump!"
"Total attention whore. If she was really gonna do it, she would've already. Watch her start selling OnlyFans content next week."
"Hey! Jump already! I'll bag up whatever's left!"
"Do it, bitch! Jump and maybe we'll believe you were innocent!"
My whole body shook with rage.
"Fine... I'll prove it to you..."
I leaned forward slightly. They'd already inflated an airbag down there.
But thirty stories up, that little cushion wouldn't do shit.
I called Derek one last time. This time, he actually answered.
Before I could speak, his voice cut through me like ice.
"Beth, I'm done believing you."
"Also, I looked into it. That homeless guy's name was Logan Hayes. He's dead alright. The one at the hospital was his twin brother. He's probably here for revenge. This time, I'm not helping you."
He hung up. My heart shattered completely.
I guess I'd always been on my own.
Looking down, the crowd swarmed like ants, camera flashes popping like some twisted grand finale.
And there, in that sea of faces, was the black baseball cap again.
Fine. I'd pay with my life.
Wind roared in my ears, mixing with screams from below as I fell toward the airbag...
Through waves of agony, I saw a familiar face in my blurring vision.
The man in the baseball cap—Logan's face.
So his brother really had come for revenge.
Wait. Why did he have the same scar on his head that I'd given Logan? Even twins don't share identical scars.
My pupils started dilating. Standing behind the homeless man was Derek.
They both leaned in close and whispered.
"Do you remember Alex Morrison? The kid you stalked to death two years ago?"
My eyes went wide with understanding. I coughed up blood and closed my eyes.
The news cycle moved fast. My death didn't clear my name—it just added fuel to the fire.
#PSYCHO TOWN BICYCLE KILLS HERSELF—Good Riddance
#Beth's Father Speaks Out: "She Was Rotten from Birth, Even Falsely Accused Me and Ran Off with Strange Men"
#Beth's Long-Lost Mother Surfaces: "I Have a New Family Now. Don't Want the Body. Please Stop Calling"
My story stayed trending for exactly three days.
Then the internet forgot I ever existed.
Online, the storm around me had reached a whole new level of hell.
#EXECUTIVE SEX SCANDAL! Employee Tries to Seduce Boss, Cries Harassment When Rejected
#ONE GIRL, FOUR GUYS! New Town Bicycle Sets Record—Dating Four Men in One Day!
The page displayed fabricated chat logs supposedly showing me sexting different men. My face had been deepfaked onto hardcore porn videos, everything explicit except for the pixelated private parts.
The latest thread had over 100K upvotes.
"Updated address: Town bike Beth lives at Riverside Apartments 3001. Who's gonna camp outside her door?"
"FOR SALE: Beth's dirty panties and bras, highest bidder wins."
My phone went absolutely insane—texts, calls, voicemails bombing me nonstop.
"Stop playing hard to get! Daddy's got cash."
"Shameless whore, trying to seduce and frame MY husband. I'm gonna destroy you!"
"Hope you get tested, slut. You're probably rotting from the inside out."
I cowered in my apartment as people pounded on my door and rang the bell constantly. I covered my ears, rocking back and forth.
"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me... I didn't do anything, I swear!"
I clutched my knees to my chest, hair wild, trembling at the foot of my bed.
Then my dad called.
The second I picked up, his gravelly voice exploded through the speaker.
"You disgraceful piece of shit! Look what you've done—you've humiliated our entire family!"
"Why don't you just die already, just like your whore mother! Both of you, nothing but sluts!"
"Don't you dare come home, you hear me? I'll beat you to death if you show your face here!"
I tried to explain, but he wouldn't let me get a word in.
Tears streamed down my face as I remembered my mom, who'd disappeared years ago.
I was just a little girl then, and my dad was a raging alcoholic with fists like hammers. Mom finally ran off one day—but she left me behind.
When Dad found out, he beat me senseless while screaming about her.
"Dirty bitch, running off with some other man! Shameless whore!"
"All women are the same—worthless, lying sluts!"
After that, I became his punching bag. I was always covered in bruises and cuts.
Eventually, I got a phone and recorded him beating me. I called the cops.
He got arrested for child abuse, and while he was locked up, I ran.
Years passed. Dad got older, sicker, maybe a little less violent. I'd send money occasionally, but we barely spoke.
Now even my only living relative had turned against me. My boyfriend didn't trust me. I felt like the biggest failure on earth.
The balcony door was open, cold wind whipping through.
I walked over and stood on the edge of the roof.
Two years ago, that boy's face had been twisted with despair up here.
Now it was my turn.
I screamed into the wind, my voice raw with anguish.
"Derek! Come out here! Those photos are fake!"
"I never betrayed you... why won't anyone believe me?"
A crowd had gathered below—neighbors, influencers, reporters, and rubberneckers. Some were livestreaming.
"Yo, check it out guys! She's about to jump!"
"Total attention whore. If she was really gonna do it, she would've already. Watch her start selling OnlyFans content next week."
"Hey! Jump already! I'll bag up whatever's left!"
"Do it, bitch! Jump and maybe we'll believe you were innocent!"
My whole body shook with rage.
"Fine... I'll prove it to you..."
I leaned forward slightly. They'd already inflated an airbag down there.
But thirty stories up, that little cushion wouldn't do shit.
I called Derek one last time. This time, he actually answered.
Before I could speak, his voice cut through me like ice.
"Beth, I'm done believing you."
"Also, I looked into it. That homeless guy's name was Logan Hayes. He's dead alright. The one at the hospital was his twin brother. He's probably here for revenge. This time, I'm not helping you."
He hung up. My heart shattered completely.
I guess I'd always been on my own.
Looking down, the crowd swarmed like ants, camera flashes popping like some twisted grand finale.
And there, in that sea of faces, was the black baseball cap again.
Fine. I'd pay with my life.
Wind roared in my ears, mixing with screams from below as I fell toward the airbag...
Through waves of agony, I saw a familiar face in my blurring vision.
The man in the baseball cap—Logan's face.
So his brother really had come for revenge.
Wait. Why did he have the same scar on his head that I'd given Logan? Even twins don't share identical scars.
My pupils started dilating. Standing behind the homeless man was Derek.
They both leaned in close and whispered.
"Do you remember Alex Morrison? The kid you stalked to death two years ago?"
My eyes went wide with understanding. I coughed up blood and closed my eyes.
The news cycle moved fast. My death didn't clear my name—it just added fuel to the fire.
#PSYCHO TOWN BICYCLE KILLS HERSELF—Good Riddance
#Beth's Father Speaks Out: "She Was Rotten from Birth, Even Falsely Accused Me and Ran Off with Strange Men"
#Beth's Long-Lost Mother Surfaces: "I Have a New Family Now. Don't Want the Body. Please Stop Calling"
My story stayed trending for exactly three days.
Then the internet forgot I ever existed.
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