I can’t believe Haeden asked me to join. He knows I’m a social pariah, the daughter of a psychopath. Then again he slept with Lacey Parks, even after she got caught getting gang banged by half the football team. He’d fuck anything as long as it had a pussy.
With a sigh I lay back and stare up at the bottom of the bleachers. The sight of gum stuck from years ago makes me gag. Not a pretty sight.A yawn escapes me, I’ll just take a nap and catch up on the sleep I missed.***I sit up from my desk and put away my homework. My back is stiff, butt numb from sitting on it for an hour and a half. I turn around and freeze in my spot. Dad is there, his button up shirt and black slacks are stained a dark red. The smell of iron fills my nose, and blood drips from his collar.“Dad?” I ask, voice trembling. I glance down at the knife held tightly in his hand. It’s sharp, and the blade glistens like liquid rubies. “Dad,The first time I talked to Kingston Acheves, I was nine and at church. He wore a black button up shirt with matching black slacks. And as he stood next to his father, I couldn't help but notice how pretty this boy was. I stood there, next to my father, the Pastor, as he talked with his dad. I swished my blue summer dress around my thighs, suddenly desperate to get this pretty boy's attention. "Are you always this pretty?" The question is out of my lips, my impulse control severely lacking. "Ariella," I struggle to tear my gaze away from Kingston, the boy who now glowers at me like I said something wrong. But how could I be wrong? Being pretty wasn't a bad thing, it was a good thing. Dad didn't seem to get that though. "Ariella, apologize please. That was very rude." My father tugged my hand, forcing my attention to him, and my brows furrow. I wasn't trying to be rude though."But mommy always said it was nice
The next few days grow repetitive. I'll wake up screaming in the middle of the night from nightmares, and I wonder if I ever woke Stone up again. I pinned a thick blanket over my window, hoping it'll muffle the sound.After the first night, he doesn't come, banging on my door to scold me for it. So, I think it's a good thing.Grandma made a habit of slipping lavender oils in my room, both of us hoping it'll soothe me enough to keep them away, but that hasn't been the case. The day I'm dreading most is finally here; Friday. The day I have to see Mrs. Rivers, the school therapist.After pulling the blanket down from the window, -grandma didn’t like it hanging there- I pause. Across from my window, the window in the house next door is open. In the few weeks I've been living with grandma, I've never seen it like that.Curious, I peer closer. It's dark, the atmosphere inside seems almost wicked. The wal
Should I read it? What if it says something horrible about praising my father again? Curiosity wins me over, and I hold my breath as I open it up.You didn't respond back, my heart is wounded. I couldn't find those that ruined your locker. Don't worry, Ariella. I won't give up so easily. They'll end up just like those your father ended. We have plenty of time to play. My chest starts to ache. I close my eyes and breath deeply through my nose. The memories threaten to return, and bile rises in my throat. I don't recognize the bell going off as I slam the locker shut. I draw attention from those nearby, and they whisper among themselves. I run to the bathroom, the door slamming against the wall. The girls inside that are checking their makeup jump, and glare when they see it’s me. “You don’t look so good, Psycho.” A girl with brunette hair smirks at me. I ignore her and close the door to the open stall. The coff
I resist the urge to scoff. What are the chances that he randomly assigns me the word psychopath, and then randomly pairs me with Lucas? No chances. I don’t believe him. I lift my head and glance around the room. Lucas and Mason are already sitting together, and when I see Lucas glaring at me, a vicious smirk on his face, a sudden wave of defeat fills me. I’m never going to survive this. Not if it’s him. “Today, Ariella.” Mr. Williams snaps at me when I don’t get up from my seat. I sigh and heave myself up. I reluctantly walk over and slump in the seat left open for me, twisting around to face them.Mason isn't really a menace on my radar. He's never talked to me, before or after the mass murder. At least, there's that. But then, who knows if he'll end up joining Lucas in my torment."Where should we work on the project?" I ask, my voice small.The two boys sneer at me, and I flinch.“I’m not going to your place to work on this shit. I don’t wanna die,” Mason spits, hand scratching
With heavy feet, I walk into her office. The environment is warm. Images of the forest, beach, and a sunset are framed on the wall. Along with a kitten and puppy. The walls are painted a soft cream color, and the brown couch matches her oak wood desk. I take a seat on the couch while she sits at her desk. My hands fall onto the pleather of the sofa, and I wonder which side Haeden sat on. It’s cold, not at all warm like seats usually are after they’ve been occupied. Did he sit at all?I can imagine him pacing the floor in front of me, walking from one side of the room to the other like a caged animal.And why does he even see the school therapist? Probably for his drug addiction. “I’m happy you came,” Mrs. Rivers says, drawing my attention to her. She has a notebook open on her desk, a pink pen besides it. I eye it, is that where she’ll be writing her notes about me? “I was wondering if you would show up. I would have had to assign you a detention if you didn’t.”I frown. “So, if I
I slip my backpack on and make my way to the school entrance. The moment I step outside, I notice Henry and Kensey sitting on the steps. When they see me, they stand up and face me.My instinct is to take a step back. What do they want from me now? And what exactly do they have planned? I glance around, my hands growing clammy. I have to escape. “Took you long enough.” Kensey smiles. “How was therapy?” Her approach is casual, like we've been friends for years. I look them both up and down, noticing their lack of eggs or paint. My shoulders start to relax. Okay, so far I'm okay. "I don't think you care,” I answer.“You’re right, we don't,” Henry snarls. He brings his thumb and pointer finger to his lips and whistles. The pitch is loud, and for a second makes my ears ring.Lucas appears from behind a black 1987 Mercedes, a giant duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. He walks over, and I continue to stand there like a fucking dumbass. Why the hell couldn't I move? Is it paint again? I
I don't waste time jumping into the shower. I make sure the curtain is pulled shut, yet I can't shake off my anxiety. What if she just wants me to get naked so she can steal my clothes and leave me here? She's done it before.What if she pulls the curtain open and snaps pictures of me to spread around? What if she just wants to beat my bare body to a bloody pulp and kill me before dumping my unrecognizable body in the woods. Murder seems pretty popular these days. And if the rumors about her and the guys are true, it wouldn’t be the first time, either.I'm back in a corner the entire time, expecting the curtain to be ripped away. After a while, though, I'm able to relax and enjoy the hot water sprouting from the shower head above me. I scrub the blood off until my skin is raw. I turn the water off, and jump when her hand sticks out through the curtain, a towel clutched in her hand. I stare at the black nail polish on her finger nails. “Thanks,” I murmur. “No problem,” she responds
Ivy isn't lying when she said her gym clothes will be tight on me. Having a slightly thicker build than she does, her clothes hug me tight. Her gym shorts stop above mid thigh and I'm surprised I don't have a camel toe. The white t-shirt is skin tight, making my breasts look bigger than they are. I almost ask her if she has a sweater to hide my figure, but I think she's helped out enough. I don't want to seem ungrateful. Working up the courage, I step out of the girls’ locker room. I find her leaning against the wall, phone in her hands. Seeing me she pushes off it and takes me in with a smirk."It's not too tight is it?" she asks, an eyebrow raising."Umm, it's better than pig blood drenched clothes." I smile sheepishly, shoulders shrugging.She sighs, "True. Come on. I'll take you home." She turns and leads the way with me following behind her.It's quiet as we walk, and I don't mind as I think about the previous events. By tomorrow everyone in school will have that video of me be
TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***I gasp for air, my hands clawing at his neck. "I'm going to ease off, okay?" He stares at me, his eyes dark. "If you scream again, I'll just knock you out and take you that way." He must see the horror on my face because he smiles. "You wouldn't want that, would you?" I shake my head, a sob escaping me. I don't want him touching me at all, but the thought of him doing that to me, limp and unconscious, sends cold ice through me."Good." His hand slowly releases my neck, as if testing to see if I would scream again. Satisfied with my silence, he lets go fully and trails his hand over my chest. "God damn rats, can't believe you let them defile you." He shakes his head at me like he's disappointed. His nose is on my neck again, his hands trailing over my waist and hips. With shaky breaths, I slowly lift my hand and reach into my back pocket.
TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***The drive to his house is short, however every once in a while, I feel his gaze on me. It's unnerving. Usually he's spewing hateful words to make me feel like shit."What? If you have something to say, fucking say it." I eventually snap at him. Lucas isn't one to hold back, he isn't afraid to speak his mind. So what the fuck has got him so silent.He chuckles, the sound foreign to my ears, "Relax, shit. I was just gonna say you look like your in a 'fuck it all' mood." I snort."How'd you guess?" I droll out, turning to glare out the window. What I would give to be anywhere but here. I wonder what Ivy is doing? She's probably with the guys. I wonder if the missing item has anything to do with why they're not around."Your shit attitude." Lucas snorts back, bringing me from my thoughts.He pulls up into his driveway and turns off the engine. "Let's just hurry up, I need to get home after this." I slam his car door shut an
I wipe at my tears, all my woes replaced by suspicion. I grab a notebook and pen and begin to write down all I know about the notes. They are always left at school, in my locker. I haven't found them anywhere else.Everything about this stalker is led by the school. Then whoever is giving them to me must go to school there too. But it still doesn't make sense. Why are they sending me these notes? Because they're fans of my dad? Because they want to scare me? Or is this just all some stupid prank? So someone can get their kicks out of making me paranoid?I tap my pen, which is it? Finding myself going no where, I grab all the notes from the drawer, completely ignoring my dads letter. I lay them out on my bed, side by side and evaluate them. The hand writing is all the same, so I know its all from the same person. I go through everyone who hates me, and list them down as potential suspects. Starting with the same people on my revenge list; Kensey, Lucas, Henry and Melanie. I think
The drive to my house is quiet. I glare out the window with my arms crossed, and Kingston doesn't try to talk to me. Which is fine by me. There's so much shit I want to say to him, but I keep my mouth shut. He pulls up to the side of the road when we reach grandma's house. "When the others are back with us, we can clear up exactly what it means when we say you belong to us." Kingston tells me, his hands tight on the wheel. There's no apology for asking a question that is beyond personal. There's no apology for holding me against him even though I fought it. With a huff and a roll of my eyes I leave the car and slam the door shut. I don't care if it's the most expensive car that I've ever seen. I hope I chipped something.He doesn't leave until I'm inside, I can hear the screeching tires through the closed door as he takes off down the road."Stupid jerk," I mutter."Ariella, is that you?" Grandma's voice is firm. I hold in my groan, and walk into the living room. She sits on the so
"Yeah." I murmur as I take in huge green hair. "He's not my favorite topic right now." I shrug. I walk along the walls, looking from one poster to another. "I'm surprised." I laugh, "This wasn't what I expected. I figured you were more of a sexy model guy." Kingston chuckles, "Don't get me wrong, I am. But I can look at a woman's body anytime I want too." He shrugs.I frown, can't get myself to turn around and face him. Of course Kingston can look at a woman's body anytime he wants. Anyone with eyes would jump at the chance to be with him. I'm sure his phone is full of lady’s numbers. There's a knock on the door, pulling me away from my bitter thoughts. Armin comes in with a platter full of finger sandwiches. "Couldn't she have made just regular ones?" Kingston frowns as he sets it on his desk. "I refuse to tell her to remake them. Shall you?" Armin raises a thick eyebrow.Kingston pales and shakes his head, "I don't have a death wish." "Smart boy." Armin replies before leaving.
I peek up at Kingston, is this guy a freaking prince or what?"Good evening Sir King." The man is posh, with his nose turned up and his arm tucked to his torso like he's in a place of royalty. His jet black hair is slicked back, shiny with product. "Sir King's guest." He nods at me, takes in my cut off jean shorts and black T-shirt before looking away with a wrinkle in his nose.Judgemental much? It's like a complete turn from the judgemental eyes at school. They disliked me for my dresses and collared shirts. And now I'm being judged for wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I can't please everyone."Armin, this is Ariella." Kingston introduces me. "Ariella, this is Armin." I give a wave and he simply nods at me without sparing me another glance. "Can you have Betha make us some sandwiches?" Kingston asks. He tightens his hold on my hand and leads me to the stairs. "Thanks!" He shouts behind him."Thank you!" I call back, not wanting to make my first impression any worse. I glance back to
After school, I open my locker and go through it. When I find my essay inside, I sigh in relief. After the class ended, I searched through my bag and couldn't find it. I was about to flip my shit if it wasn't in the locker.I grab it and put it into my bag, but frown when I see the yellow sticky note stuck to the back of the locker. Another note? My brows furrow, fingers twitching as I glance down the hallway, eyes darting from one face to another as I try to guess who was giving them to me. Except no one is looking at me right now. No one gives a hint that it could be them.I bite the inside of my cheek and turn back to it. With a shaking hand, I reach inside and pull the sticky note out.'I see you've made some friends. I'm not sure if your father would approve of you interacting with sinners. I'm disappointed, Ariella.'My breath quickens, as I reread it over and over. Sinners?Don't be a sinner, Ariella.My dad's voice whispers in my head."Hey, gorgeous." I jump, crushing the
It's too late to back out now. I won't let myself."You look excited." Haeden lazily smiles at me. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards him."I am," I confirm, cheeks flushing red when I'm pressed against him. I glance around the hallway, noticing that there are too many eyes on us. Watching how we stand so close together.His hands rest on my hips, and I curl my fingers into the sides of his shirt. I turn my head to Stone, expecting to see anger or maybe jealousy, any kind of wishful thinking that showed he liked me, but he just scrolls through his phone. Is it not weird for him to have his friend be so handsy with me after we had a moment the other night? "Hey." Haeden rests his finger beneath my chin and turns my head so I can look at him again. His green eyes shine at me. "Maybe we all should talk later, hmm?" I frown, my brows furrowed. "What about?" "I don't think you understand what we mean when we say you belong to us," he says, fingers flexing on my hips. His eyes drift o
He wants me to suck on him? My face bursts into flames, and I quickly shake my head. Oh no. I've never done that! I've never thought about doing that! I've never even seen one! Well, I watched porn one time, and it was weird, so I turned that shit off fast.He thumbs my bottom lip, saying "I'm not surprised you've never sucked cock before." His dark eyes connect with mine. "It's a damn shame, though. I bet your wet mouth feels heavenly." My breath grows heavy as he talks. The roughness of his voice carries tingles down to my belly, and it's suddenly so hot in the room."I think about you on your knees way too often," he whispers. He slips his thumb past my lips and settles the pad on my tongue. "Fuck." Daring to push further, I lightly bite the tip of his thumb, watching in delight as a shiver runs through his body."You're a bad influence on me," I murmured into the air. "If you don't want me ripping these shorts off, I suggest you get up." His voice hardens, any playfulness is n