He Called Me Used Goods

Three months into dating, Owen suddenly asked me about my first time.
I told him the truth, and he went silent for a long time.
So youre not a virgin, then. I thought you were pristine.
I was stunned. You have ex-girlfriends, too.
He shook his head. Thats not the same thing.
A mans past is experience, Ava. A womans past is a used car. A free-for-all.
I thought the whole thing was absurd and was about to fire back, but he just sighed.
Whatever. It doesnt matter, because I love you. I can look past the fact that other people have already used you.
His tone suggested he was making the sacrifice of the century.
I gripped my phone, a sudden wave of sickness washing over me.
Six months later, I found hotel receipts and text messages on his phone.
Not just one.
When I confronted him, he was completely unapologetic.
Youre not exactly untainted, are you? What gives you the right to demand that I be some kind of saint?
Besides, shes cleaner than you. Shes a virgin, and of course, I treat her better!
I told him we were done. He sneered, Fine. Dont come crying back when you regret it.
I didn't bother looking at him again. I grabbed my bag, walked out the door, and immediately blocked him on everything.
That same evening, my phone blew up. My private photos and videosover a hundred of themwere posted simultaneously in my Family Group Chat, our 100-person Work Slack channel, and the Crestwood Condo Residents Forum.
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Every image had a thick mosaic over it, but everyone who knew me would recognize me instantly.
The captions were even more venomous:
[Ava Delaney. Looks like a saint, but is secretly a slut. Careful, guysdont be the idiot who settles for her!]
My phone started vibrating wildly.
My mother called, her voice shaking uncontrollably. Ava, what are those pictures? What is going on?
Before I could answer, a new message popped up in the Work Slack.
My department manager directly @-mentioned me: Ava Delaney, be in the office tomorrow. We need to talk.
The condo forum was already a dumpster fire:
[She always seemed so quiet. Turns out shes a tramp behind closed doors?]
[People like this shouldn't live in our building. HOA needs to handle this immediately!]
[Seriously, we have kids here!]
My vision started to blur.
These were the same people who, last month, were praising me for being a good neighbor.
Mrs. Gable from 502 twisted her ankle, and I drove her to the E.R.
Mr. Davies from 701 lost his keys, and I found the locksmith for him.
Now, they wanted to bury me in the dirt.
I took a deep breath and called Owen Parker.
The line wouldn't connect.
I sent him a text; it immediately showed a red exclamation mark.
Suppressing my rage, I started typing in every group:
[These photos and videos were maliciously shared. I have contacted the police. Please do not forward them. Sharing is also a crime.]
My mother defended me in the family chat. My daughter is not that kind of person! Someone is trying to ruin her!
Aunt Carol immediately replied: [Big sister, stop protecting her. You dont know these kids today. I always thought there was something off about her, dressing so provocatively...]
Uncle George chimed in: [Ava, if you did something wrong, just apologize. Don't embarrass your father and mother.]
I stared at the screen full of malice, my fingers turning white as I clenched them.
Suddenly, Owen posted a voice message in the condo forum.
Neighbors, I am so sorry you had to see this trash.
Ava and I broke up because of her promiscuity.
I wanted to be the bigger person and give her some dignity, but she started harassing me today, threatening to go to my company and ruin my reputation if I didn't take her back.
I had no choice but to tell the truth. I ask you all to judge for yourselves.
The group chat exploded instantly.
I knew it! She cheats and then threatens the guy?
Disgusting! Women like that deserve to be exposed!
Good job, kid! We support you!
I was shaking with fury, staring at the voice note.
I tapped the record button on my phone and dialed Owens mother.
It rang for a long time before she picked up.
Hello, Mrs. Parker, its Ava.
A few seconds of silence were followed by Mrs. Parkers clearly impatient voice:
Ava, look, what happens between you and Owen, as a parent, I cant really say
Mrs. Parker, Owen is the one who posted those photos, and hes lying in the group chat, saying I threatened him.
Well Her voice became even more dismissive. Young people fight. Its normal to say things you dont mean. I know my Owen; he would never maliciously cause trouble.
So you think what he did is fine?
I didnt say that Look, youre both adults. Handle it yourselves.
Understood. Thank you.
I hung up.
Looking at the recording on my phone, I dialed another number.
The next morning, I arrived at the office exactly on time.
In the elevator, two interns were whispering. They fell silent the moment I walked in.
In the hallway, colleagues who usually greeted me lowered their heads, pretending to look at their phones.
In the managers office, along with the manager, HR, and legal, was Owen Parker.
My heart tightened.
Owen, what are you doing here?
The manager cleared his throat. Mr. Parker is the son of Mr. Robert Parker, one of our VIP clients. Mr. Parker called me yesterday, saying there was a misunderstanding between you two, and he hoped we could clear the air.
Owen spoke slowly, his tone condescending.
Ava, I thought about it all night. I decided I should still give you a chance.
All you have to do is admit, in front of everyone here, that you were the one who seduced me and harassed me, and I might consider forgiving you.
Also, I need fifty thousand dollars for emotional distress. Youve stressed me out completely over the past few days. Thats not too much to ask, is it?
He sounded utterly self-righteous, as if he were the true victim.
I clenched my fists. Why should I? You cheated on me, and you spread my private photos!
Do you have proof? Owen sneered. Ava, I suggest you be smart about this. My dad owns twenty percent of the stock in this company. Who do you think the company will stand behind?
The manager immediately chimed in. Ava, Mr. Parker is being very generous. You need to think carefully. The company doesnt want this to escalate.
The Head of HR added, Ava, the situation yesterday has spread throughout the company, and the impact is extremely negative. If you cooperate, the company can go easy on you.
I looked at Owens smug face and said, one word at a time, I refuse.
Owens face darkened, and his eyes turned cold and vicious.
Good. Very good. Ava Delaney, youll regret this.
He stood up and patted the managers shoulder. Then proceed according to company policy. Oh, and my girlfriend, Brooke Ashton, will be arriving shortly. Shes been transferred to this department as a supervisor. Please take good care of her.
The manager immediately plastered on a smile. Dont worry, Mr. Parker. We will fully cooperate with Supervisor Ashtons work!
At noon, HR informed me that due to severe violation of the employee code of conduct, I was being transferred to the auxiliary services team, responsible for cleaning and warehouse organizing. My salary was cut to the minimum wage.
At two in the afternoon, the new supervisor, Brooke Ashton, arrived.
She wore a designer suit, clicked across the floor in high heels, and stopped right in front of me, looking me up and down with undisguised contempt.
Ava Delaney. I heard you refused Owens offer yesterday? So reckless.
My brother is a VP here, and my cousin is the son of a major client. Do you honestly think you have a future in this office?
She threw a document onto my desk.
This is your new work schedule. Starting today, youre responsible for cleaning the bathrooms on all floors of this building.
Also, your bonus from last month is canceled, and your salary this month is cut in halffor causing a negative impact on the company.
My colleagues all kept their heads down. No one dared to speak up for me.
I scanned the office, my gaze lingering on Mark in the corner.
Last month, he almost got fired due to an operational error. I stayed up all night helping him fix it and pleaded his case to the director, which saved his job.
Now, he was staring at his desk, not even lifting his eyes.
And Lisa, by the window. When her daughter was hospitalized, I loaned her twenty thousand dollars, which she promised she would never forget.
She was now sipping her coffee nonchalantly, her eyes drifting elsewhere.
Fine.
I logged every cold face. Every silent person.
One day, I would make them understand that their indifference today would be the decision they regretted most.
At six in the evening, I dragged my exhausted body back to the condo.
My hands were white from the harsh cleaning chemicals, and my back ached.
Just as I reached the entrance, the property manager stopped me.
Ms. Delaney, you cant live in your unit anymore.
I froze. What are you talking about?
The Homeowners Association Board voted. You must vacate immediately. Furthermore, because your actions severely damaged the reputation of the community, according to the contract, you owe a penalty fee of fifty thousand dollars.
You dont have the right
We do have the right. The manager cut me off, holding out a document. This is the resolution signed by the HOA President. Oh, and our new community liaison is Brooke Ashtons cousin. Shell be personally handling your case.
Whispers drifted from behind me.
Thats her, right? I saw the pictures, ugh
Disgraceful, isnt it?
My kids were asking me what those photos meant. I was so angry!
My head rang. I ran up the stairs. My front door was covered in bright red spray paint.
The words in big, crude letters: SLUT GET OUT.
Inside, the unit was a mess.
The sofa was slashed open, and the walls were covered in vulgar graffiti.
I sank onto the floor. My phone rang.
I picked it up, shaking.
It wasn't my father's voice on the other end, but a doctor's, urgent and anxious:
Is this Mr. Delaneys next of kin? The patient had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and is in the emergency room. You need to get here immediately!
My mind went blank. What? My dad, he
The patients emotional distress caused a spike in blood pressure, leading to a hemorrhage. His condition is critical. Family must arrive right away to sign forms!
I grabbed my purse and stumbled out.
Just outside the complex, my phone started ringing maniacally.
Dozens of strange numbers were calling all at once. I answered one, and a venomous voice shouted:
Ava Delaney, you tramp! Your dad is a police officer and you cause this scandal! You have no shame!
Whore! You ruined your father!
I heard your dad was suspended because of you? Good! The whole family is trash!
I hung up, and another call came in, more curses.
Dozens of calls bombarded me, making it impossible to call out.
I rushed to the street to hail a cab. Drivers saw me and sped past, shaking their heads.
Five cars refused to stop.
The sixth driver rolled down his window and spat on the ground.
Youre that Ava Delaney from the internet, right? Im not taking trash like you. Dont dirty my car!
I stood on the curb, the tears finally flowing unchecked.
I managed to borrow a strangers phone and call my fathers number.
A few seconds of silence, then my fathers weak voice:
Ava
Dad! Are you okay? Wait for me, Im coming now!
Ava, how could you do this His voice was filled with disappointment and pain. I raised you for twenty-six years. Is this how you repay me?
Dad, no, listen to me, I can explain
I was suspended from the force. They said my daughter was involved in a sex scandal and they have to investigate my conduct His breathing grew shallow. My whole life, Ive been honest. Now youve ruined me
Dad! Dad! Dont talk anymore. Im coming!
Ava, I really regret
Regret what?
Regret having you
Click. Buzz.
The line went dead.
I held the phone, my soul completely drained.
The phone rang again. It was my mother.
Ava! Your father is gone The doctor said they couldnt save him! He died with his eyes open, Ava. He couldnt let go!
I collapsed onto my knees, my vision blurring completely.

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