The Day Love Betrayed Me and Never the Plan 62

Chapter 62 

Kiera shouted, hands on her hips. “You’re full of shit. 

“Your mom was the one being shameless, throwing herself at that guy. What does that have to do with us?” 

She shot Rosalie another fierce glare. 

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Kiera continued saying, “From now on, your mom is as good as dead. I will never let a slut like her set foot in the Stimson family.” 

Kiera’s voice was cut off in an instant. Her swagger lasted barely three seconds before the guy with the gun behind her kicked her flat on the ground, looking like he wanted to kill someone. 

“Get on the bus. If you don’t, get the hell out,” the man snapped. 

Kiera instantly started groveling, bowing, and scraping as she scrambled onto the bus. 

Rosalie, trailing behind, glared daggers at Kiera’s back, then dropped her head. 

As soon as they squeezed inside, the bus doors clanged shut behind them. Rosalie spun around, frantically pounding on the doors as tears streamed down her face. 

“Let me out. My mom is still out there. Please, open the door. Wait for my mom,” she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. 

She was sobbing so hard that it tore at the heartstrings; anyone watching would think she was just a kid, terrified for her 

mom. 

Chloe lowered her head and snorted coldly. 

Chloe thought, ‘Rosalie, you’re just as fake as ever. Too bad your tricks don’t work in the apocalypse anymore. 

‘Now that the apocalypse is here, everyone’s living on a knife’s edge, just trying to survive. Starving, freezing, most people are already about to snap. Maybe?‘ 

Before Chloe could finish her thought, a burly man suddenly stood up and clamped his hand around Rosalie’s neck, his eyes wild and bloodshot, like a rabid zombie. 

“You little bitch, if you dare scream again, I’ll kill you myself,” he snarled. 

Rosalie trembled all over, tears falling nonstop. The man behind her gave her a rough shove, sending her sprawling onto the lap of the guy in front, who wasted no time copping a feel. 

“Wow, cute face, but what a waste, flat as a pancake. Nothing to grab, just bones,” the guy sneered. 

The bus erupted with crude, knowing laughter from the men. 

Rosalie shot up, fists clenched, her face burning with humiliation and rage. 

She glanced around, only to meet dead–eyed stares, some mocking, some hungry, some downright predatory. Not a single trace of sympathy anywhere. 

Rosalie thought, her heart sinking, ‘I’m the Stimson family’s high–and–mighty heiress, a fairy–like beauty. Why are these people so heartless? Not a single one of them is willing to stand up for me. 

This is totally not what I imagined. 

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Before Rosalie could even process what was happening, the bus started moving. She lost her balance and was thrown backward by the sudden jolt, landing right in the arms of another man. 

This time, she wasn’t so lucky. The old man yanked her into a tight grip, his hands groping her shamelessly, and pressed his recking lips against her skin. 

“Ah,” Rosalie screamed. 

Rosalie slapped the man hard across the face. 

The man froze for a second, like he couldn’t believe she’d actually hit him. Then his eyes went cold, murder written all over his face, and he swung his hand, landing a vicious slap on her cheek. 

Not satisfied, he yanked her coat off and started kicking her mercilessly. He shouted, “You little bitch, how dare you hit me? Believe me, I’ll let you freeze to death out here.” 

Only now did Rosalie feel real fear. She panicked and pleaded desperately, her voice shaking. “No, please, I’m begging you, don’t do this.” 

His face contorted with rage and malice. He said, “Too late for that.” 

Sam and Kiera had lost all their earlier swagger. Now, they shrank back, looking like they wished they could crawl into a hole and hide. 

Chloe snorted. She thought, ‘Typical. All bark and no bite, they only act tough when they’re picking on their own. 

Luckily, Chloe was stuck in the middle seat, packed in tight with people on all sides. She clutched her hiking backpack to her chest, buried her face in it, and pretended to be asleep, just trying to blend in and not get noticed. 

With a shout from the powered guy with the gun, the whole mess shut down fast. 

Rosalie was a wreck; her coat and warm clothes were ripped up. She hugged her torn clothes to herself, trying to hide, and sat meekly beside Sam, not saying a word. 

Behind her lowered eyes, hatred simmered. 

“Rosalie, don’t say anything else, okay? We’re just trying to survive right now,” Sam said, his voice low and tense as he tried to calm her down. Rosalie nodded quickly. 

Daylight broke before you knew it. 

A guy in a military coat, sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, was hauling a huge duffel bag. 

“Wake up, wake up,” he shouted, kicking the sleeping people awake. 

“Alright, listen up. Here’s how it’s gonna go. Our rescue team gives you one meal a day, on the house, and makes sure you stay alive,” he barked. 

Another guy said, “But you gotta pull your own weight, too. 

“Jobs like clearing out roadblocks, that sort of thing. You get it?” 

Everyone nodded. After going a whole day and night without food, the moment they saw that massive bag of supplies, nobody cared about anything else. 

Next, they started passing out the rations, just one pack of pasta and a bottle of water for each person. 

When the couple saw the pitiful rations they’d been handed, they finally lost it. 

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“Are you kidding me? One meal a day, and it’s just pasta? Do you have any idea who we are?” the husband yelled, both of them fuming. 

“Exactly. We gave up a ton of supplies just to get on this bus, and all we get is a lousy pack of pasta? This is so unfair!” the wife snapped, her face twisted with anger. 

The couple went livid, and they threw the pasta to the floor in disgust. 

They wanted real food, vegetables, meat, and rice. 

The armed man closed the distance in a few quick, heavy steps, looming over the couple. 

“Are you really refusing the pasta?” he said, his voice cold and dangerous. 

This couple came straight out of a luxury villa community. Before the apocalypse, they’d stockpiled a mountain of supplies and never had to face any real hardship. 

They had some social status, always acting like they were better than everyone else. 

Now, when the guy with the gun questioned them, they figured he’d be scared off by who they were. 

They stuck their chins up, full of pride. They said, “Only lowlifes would eat this crap. There’s no way we’d touch that stuff.” 

Hearing that, the armed guy just grabbed both packs of pasta and kept handing out rations to the next survivor without missing a beat. 

Turned out there were two packs left over at the end. He tossed one to Frank and kept the other for himself. 

It was his way of getting on Frank’s good side. Frank was a second–level powered human with dual abilities, a guy with a seriously bright future ahead of him. 

Score some points now, and maybe Frank would save his skin someday. 

Everyone on the bus turned to stare at Frank, envy and jealousy written all over their faces as they tried to figure out who he really was. 

Even Sam and his whole clan of bloodsuckers were shooting Frank greedy, jealous looks. 

Chloe buried her face deep in her backpack, pretending to be asleep. Sitting right behind Frank, she could clearly feel all those hungry stares sweeping right over her head, landing squarely on him. 

She clenched her teeth, biting back her annoyance. 

‘That guy, she thought, irritated. 

Luckily, the Stimson family leeches only saw the big black backpack and shot it envious looks, never realizing Chloe was the 

owner. 

It wasn’t that she was afraid of the Stimson family; she just couldn’t be bothered with their nonsense, 

“Chloe, are you feeling sick or something?” Emily’s voice suddenly cut through the silence.