Chapter 12: Nine Days

I read the paper twice with his sweatshirt hanging off my shoulder.

Assignment of claim.

The assignor was Calder Media Group. The assignee was Lund Holdings, LLC.

Under the legal paragraphs, in a list, sat my own life.

The handles, the name, three years of videos, the right to every post I had ever made.

The signature at the bottom was a big, plain S.

He had signed it on a Monday, nine days ago.

That was three days after the opener.

It was three days after the man had put me in his truck and wrapped my hand.

It was before he took me to a ballroom and called it a favor.

I heard the bedroom door and I did not turn around.

"You're up," Soren said.

His voice was thick with sleep and quiet.

Then he stopped, because he had seen what was on the table.

I heard the silence settle.

"You own my channel," I said.

"Hanna."

"Say it."

He came into the kitchen in gray sweatpants and nothing else.

His hair was flattened on one side, and the marks of my nails were still red across his shoulder.

An hour ago I would have wanted to kiss every one of them.

He stopped on the far side of the table.

"Yes," he said. "I own it. For nine days."

"You bought me."

"I bought the channel."

"You bought the thing that has my face on it. The thing I've been fighting for ten days."

My voice shook.

"And you watched. You drove me to Marquette and sat in the waiting room and said nothing."

Keep reading free with an account. Start Livestreaming My Cheating Hockey Star Fiance from Chapter 1, then sign up free to read the rest of this chapter.