ARIELLAIt happened, yet my head still can't fully wrap around the idea of it. I belong to them now. How did Haeden put it, ‘to do with as they please’? My face burns, and I press a hand to my cheek to cool it down. Then I take a deep breath, slowly letting it out. I can do this. What could they possibly want anyway?I think back to the party, remember Haeden's kiss, and the way both Stone and Kingston stared at me when I danced with Ivy. They could want a lot. Images of me kissing Kingston and Stone come to mind. I shake my head. Nah, they wouldn't want that. Besides, I shouldn't be thinking about that. If I'm being realistic, they'll probably make me do their homework. I asked them to help me with my revenge instead of the protection they originally offered. Why the fuck did I do that? What kind of crazy person gets revenge. It's just bullying, it'll stop eventually.Will it though?The thought lingers. It hasn't stopped yet, and its been two months. It's gotten worse if anyth
I shuffle on my feet, hands tight around my backpack straps. Standing in front of me, like a formidable wall are Stone, Haeden, and Kingston. Standing in the middle, Stone has his arms crossed over his chest, face unreadable as his dark eyes stare down at me. His sleeves are rolled up, with it being after school hours he's free to show his tattoos now. On his left, Haeden has his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets. His red eyes indicating he's high on something. He's stuck on me though, and it feels like he hates me at this moment. But then I can't remember doing anything to make him mad. On Stone's right, Kingston is typing away on his phone. "My cousin got arrested," he snickers. He looks up at the other two. "He got caught fucking the vice principle at his school." Haeden chuckles. "Cole is my fucking god."I stand there, my face red because who the hell fucks a teenager? It seems pedophelia is in season. I'm suddenly reminded of Mr. Williams, and I shudder. "Where's Ivy?" Ston
I also thought she wouldn't abandon me. "She told everyone that you always forced her to watch horror movies, and then locked her in the bathroom all night. She said you killed your pet dog when you were ten," Haeden starts to list off all her wrong doings, his hot breath brushing my skin. I shudder, resisting the urge to lean into him. That's when I feel Stone's fingers brushing the underside of my boob. I shift, feeling the cock beneath me pulse as I grind against it."Stay still," he grunts from beneath me. Haeden pulls my attention back to him, distracting me from the way Stone’s hand squeezes my boob."She told Kensey it was you who found him." This is what convinces me. The detail about me finding the murder scene was supposed to be confidential, but in my unstable state, I told her. Desperate to talk to someone, I needed my best friend. I always wondered how everyone ended up knowing. I just figured they ended up announcing it on the news. "Can someone get me a pen, pleas
I'm staring. It's rude, I know that, but anyone in my position wouldn't stare. Stone stands at the foot of my bed, shirt halfway up his chest.He's taking his clothes off. Stone is in my room, and he's taking his clothes off!I take in the visible V line of his hips, followed by a lean muscle that flexes with every move. His pecs are well-defined, and the tattoos on his skin call for me to trace them. Maybe if I wake up early enough in the morning, I can take the time to admire them.Am I letting him stay the night? If it were back then, if Dad didn't do what he did, would he even be here right now?No. We lived in different worlds, he and I.My fingers tighten around the clothes in my hand, suddenly very aware that I'm about to change into short shorts and a tank top."You just gonna stand there and stare at me?" Stone asks. His lips turn upwards when my eyes widen.First off, seriously Stone made a joke. Not only is he staying the night but he’s joking with me."I think the world i
My brows furrow, what I didn't account for are my nightmares. I turn to look at him. He knows about them, though. Last time he was so bothered that he banged on my door to scold me. "What?" His voice is soft, and for a moment I'm trapped in just how unbothered he looks at the moment. "What did you and your dad argue about?" I ask into the quiet night. His hand curls into a fist, and I resist the urge to scoot away. "Some business dinner with his colleague," he mutters, the bitterness in his tone is obvious. "Sounds important," I whisper, keeping cautious. If this conversation drives him away, back to his house, I'll be upset with myself. Sure, it's strange to have him here, but for once, it feels nice to not be alone with my inner thoughts."It was." He turns his gaze to me, and I almost fall off the bed. His hand shoots out and wraps around my waist, keeping me from toppling over. "Maybe you should've gone?" I shrug. My fingers twitch as I resist the urge to put my hand on his
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
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
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 hard to hide my smile when I walk into the halls. I notice a group of girls whispering to each other, crowding around one who has her phone out.Across from them, leaning against some lockers, a couple guys smirk down at their phones. No one seems to notice me, no one glares my way or sneers insults at me. I suddenly feel invisible, and its a nice feeling. I'd rather be that than have all the negativity thrown at me again. However I know it will only be a short reprieve. They'll quickly forget about Melanie in her little pink thong, and will focus back on me. But right now, I can't find it in myself to care.I'll just enjoy it while I can.I love not being the focus of their conversations anymore. With an extra bounce in my step, I make my way towards my locker. I have a good feeling that today will be a great day.When I open my locker a sticky note flutters out. My smile is replaced with a frown as I just stare down at it. Another one? I glance around the hall, try to find an
She's a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair and green eyes. All the time, I wish I had gotten her good looks, but all my traits are from dad. My brown hair, and matching eyes. Sometimes I wonder, if I had siblings, would they look like her? "Do you think so?" I ask, genuinely concerned by her opinion. She runs her palm down the length of her pink tight dress. It hugs her curves in all the right places, the formal collar doing nothing to put off her beauty."I know so, Ariella." She beams at me. She walks up behind me and puts her hands on my shoulders. "You always look beautiful." My heart warms and I glance down to hide my blush. If my beautiful mother thinks I'm pretty, then maybe I really am? I bite my lip, it's hard to feel confident when dad is always so strict with boys. "Do you think Kingston will-" I glance back up as I ask, except she's not standing behind me anymore. With furrowed brows, I turn around, she's not in the room at all. Where did she go? "Mom?" I ask, but
AriellaI curl my fingers around Stone's, finding comfort in his warmth - although a part of me wants to lurch back and get rid of his touch, I force myself not to.He is not Lucas. He will not hurt me."You don't have to stay." I murmur, eyes glued to the ceiling above us.After I got ready for bed, I found Stone crouching on the roof outside my window. Now he lays in my bed in the dark, our shoulders and arms pressed together.I hold in my struggle, resist the urge to press myself against the wall, because this is Stone, and although he doesn't talk much, he hasn't done anything to hurt me."I want to stay." He replies, his voice deep and loud in the quiet room. My eyes blurr with unwanted tears, and I quickly blink them away. "Plus, if I'm here with you, I'm not at home listening to my dad bitch like there's no tomorrow." I let out a soft laugh, sniffing. "Yeah, we both won't have to hear that." Stone curses, "I forget that you can hear us fight." I shrug, "It's fine." It's a sm
!trigger warning!He wheezes out, tries to pull his hand to cover his neck but he's already tied up.This would be so much easier if Stone and Kingston had come with me, but Stone needed to stay with Ariella, which I didn't fight. My little killer needs someone with her right now. She's too fragile, too broken. And it's all Lucas' fault. Meanwhile, Kingston is out with Ivy, taking care of her own business.So it's all on me to take care of this loose end. This dumb fuck who can't follow basic directions. The dumb fuck who screwed everything up. I bite my lip, I can't say it out loud, but maybe this is going to be her breaking point. Maybe this is going to be what makes her snap. And fuck I'm going to hell because that makes me happy.I smile, "I just hate that it had to happen that way." I murmur."What?" Lucas croaks out. I ignore him and tie his ankles together. I shove Lucas on his back and crack my neck. Then I step back and smirks, "There. So much better." "Let me go you fuckin
Haeden My jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. When Lucas saw Ivy, his eyes widened in panic. When his eyes drifted over Kingston and then me, his hands began to shake. He knew he fucked up. "Shit," He scrambled to his feet, his junk hard and swinging. There was no remorse on his face. No sign or regret. Well, probably regret for getting caught.And then he ran. The mother fucker ran like he thought he could get away with it.While Ariella ended up in the hospital with an officer full of skepticism to take her statement, Lucas only got an ankle braclet slapped on him. It wasn't fair.So now here I am, crouched behind some fucking bushes so I can make it fair. So I can show him just how fucking bad he fucked up. I let out a breath of excitement when Lucas' dad finally exits the house. The police uniform on him is nothing but a joke. This man doesn't protect the innocent. He doesn't serve justice. When he drives away, I clutch my duffle bag and beeline to the house.I toss the ba
Kingston is about to go after him, but he must think twice about it because he stays where he is. "When the phone when quiet, I was so scared you died." She whispers, her voice hoarse. "And then," She breaks into a sob, "I'm sorry, I can't go through it again." She stands up and leaves too. "Ivy," My voice cracks as I watch her go. I turn to stone and Kingston, "I need to know." I whisper, eyes red and puffy. "God damn it." Kingston mutters. He steps forward and then stops himself from getting any closer. I can't thank him enough for that, don't know if I can handle a guy touching me. It doesn't matter that they did nothing wrong. I just find myself cowering away. "We heard him. He started saying awful things about you, about your body. I don't really remember what it was he said, but they were vile." "I stepped so hard on my gas peddle, Ella. You have to believe me." Stone whispers, his voice hoarse. I stare at his red rimmed eyes, noticing the first time that he's crying. "I be
After another day of staying in the hospital, the doctor got a sample from my coochie for 'evidence', I'm allowed to go back home. Grandma treats me like I'm fragile glass. She opens doors for me and hovers over me like a pesky bee. I don't say anything, I find it gives us both comfort. She leads me to my room and stands near the doorway."Get some rest and tonight we can have popcorn chicken bowls." She says, and the thought of my favorite comfort food has my mouth watering. I don't tell her that I think I rested enough at the hospital, but I keep it to myself.When she does finally leave me alone, I let out a sigh. I sit on the edge of my bed, going through everything that happened. Luca really did it, tears prick at my eyes. What happened to him hating my guts? What happened to me being a crazy psycho that he wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole?Shivers wrack through me as I whimper. I drag myself to the bathroom and turn on the hot water. I can feel his phantom touches still on
After a while, my sobs turn into hiccups. I wipe at my bleary eyes and sniff. I take the time to look around the room, notice Ivy and Kingston standing a few feet away from my bed. Grandma sits on the chair on my right side, hand clasped tight in her lap. On the other side is a woman on a white coat.The monitor beeps beside me, filling the silence.When Ivy meets my eyes, she gives me a watery smile. She came for me. I remember dialing the first number on my call log, her name flashing in my memory. "Thank you." I burst into tears again. Grandma reaches to hold my hand, but pulls away when she sees me flinch."Don't." Ivy says, her voice hoarse as if she's been crying for a while too. She looks away from me, "We didn't make it in time." I break down again, knowing it couldn't have been avoided. All Luca had to do was get me unconscious. He didn't need me awake to rape me. He just needed a limp body to do what he wanted. And he did. The pain between my thighs is a throbbing reminde
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.