I fumble in my bag for my headphones, hands trembling as I finally pull them out. It’s not like I can avoid this situation, but I need something—anything—to help me escape from the awkwardness that’s suffocating the car. Slipping the earbuds in, I let the music flood my ears, a barrier between me and the world.
The car hums along the road, the city lights flashing by in a blur of neon and streetlamps. I close my eyes, trying to lose myself in the lyrics, to push away the fact that I’m tr
"You're getting wet in this rain, come on" He says pulling me by the arm gently."I'm home," I repeat the sentence but it falls on deaf ears because he gently but firmly guides me into the yard. I feel my legs move. We take the same path I once took to his room at the back of the house a few weeks ago.I swear I'm trying to resist him but for the life of me it feel like he has more power than me."I know you need to get home but I just need a few minutes of your time." He says as he opens the door to the same room I saw him fuck Presley's brain out. I walk in and stare at the same bed he was naked in with her.He looks at me and then motions that I should go in. I take a few steps and walk in. I go all the way to the end of the room and sit on a chair."I really shouldn't be here, alone with you." I say when I finally find my voice."I won't hurt you." He says and I scoff at his statement. He does know who he is right? He forget that h
I stare at him in shock. Did he just ask me to be his girlfriend? He looks back at me as if waiting for me to say something but I don't know what to say to that."Liam, you and I can't..." I say and then I trail off when I feel his hands on my thighs. I look at them and then I look at him. "Why is it every time I say we can't do something you always do it. You don't listen to me. " I say as his hands slide all the way up to the waistband of my pants."I do listen to you." He says grabbing the waistband and sliding it down. He has so much strength that he lifts me up and pulls down my pants and underwear at the same time."No, you don't." I say feeling a light breeze on my skin. My brain is screaming at me to get up and leave before he does something to me I'll regret for the rest of my life but the rest of my body is not listening. I know I shouldn't but I can't move. "Then you'll stop this if you do listen to me." I say finally and h
A few hours ealierWe walk down this grimy alley, the kind that always smells like a mix of piss and regret, and I can’t shake thoughts of Celeste. I know, it's stupid to be thinking about a girl when you're about to handle business, but she's stuck in my head. our kiss is tsuck in my head. The feel of her lips on mine, I want more of that and then I want other things she'll never be willing to give me. But I want them anyway. It’s like she’s got a hold on me that I can’t break. But tonight, I’ve got to push all that aside."He's in there," Travis says, nodding toward this rundown warehouse at the end of the alley. The place looks like it ha bseen abandoned for years, windows boarded up, paint peeling off the walls. Perfect spot for scum like this dealer to hide out."You sure you wanna do this yourself?" Travis asks, his voice low. "I can take care of it."I shake my head. "No. This one's personal."T
The next day at lunchI'm lying on my back staring up at the long willow branches, trying to stop my brain from drifting to what happened between Liam and I yesterday.The flashbacks are too strong for me to ignore. He made me cum more than once. With each orgasm, it felt like I was losing my mind.If I let my mind wander long enough I can feel him kissing me."And your friend is so rude." Presley says her voice getting louder than it was a few seconds earlier. "Travis was nice enough to offer her a ride home yesterday and she acted so ungrateful." She says to Tamrin who is looking at me like I have three heads. I frown at her and she smiles mischievously.I'd hate to know what she's thinking right now.She loses her mind whenever my name is mentioned in the same sentence as a boy's name. The thought of me dating was too exciting for her. I wonder how mind-blown she would be if she knew what I did with Liam yest
The library is my sanctuary when I need to get serious about studying, especially when I have assignments that refuse to make ense. The air is still, filled only with the faint rustling of pages and the soft hum of the overhead lights. My usual spot near the back, away from the busier areas, is perfect for getting lost in my thoughts.I’m on my third attempt at solving a particularly stubborn Physics problem when a familiar presence slides into the chair across from me. I look up, slightly startled, to see Tamrin grinning at me like she’s just caught me doing something suspicious.“Hey,” she says, her voice breaking the silence. It’s a playful tone, the kind that always makes me feel like she knows something I don’t.“Hey,” I reply, leaning back in my chair and rubbing my eyes. I’m relieved to have a break from the numbers. “What are you doing here? Thought the library wasn’t your thing.&rdq
The evening air is cool, with just enough of a breeze to make it comfortable. Tamrin’s practically bouncing beside me, talking a mile a minute about anything and everything. I try to keep up, but my thoughts keep wandering back to what she said earlier. Presley is joining us.I could scream, I don't want to go through another conversation about her and Liam.The sky is deepening into shades of purple and blue. The screen is already set up, and a few people are scattered around, claiming
The night is cool and the breeze is just enough to keep things comfortable. But I'm not. My mind’s racing. Presley’s arm is around mine, her head leaning against my shoulder but I would rather it was someone else. She’s comfortable, almost too comfortable, and I’m trying to play along.I hate this and I know Celeste is never forgiving me for this, In my defence I didn't know she would be here.On the other hand Presley is happy, probably thinking this
Liam looks at me. More like staring at me. I can see the look in his eyes. Whatever he's thinking is not good.I look away hoping he doesn't act out whatever he is thinking. When I look back in his direction, he's talking in Presley's ear and he looks like he's about to stand up."I think I'm gonna go," I hear myself say to Sadie and she looks at me shocked."You're leaving?"She says shocked. I nod and start gathering my stuff. I have to get out of here before he does something really stupid and embarrass us both.I see Liam get up from his spot out of the corner of my eye and y heart starts beating really...really fast.I scream. SIT THE FUCK DOWMN! In my head but he doesn't do it.I can feel my heart racing as I gather my things, trying not to make a scene. Sadie’s staring at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I can’t explain what’s going on in my head right now. I just need to get out of here be
The sunlight burns my eyes the second we step outside. I wince, squinting hard as I try to adjust, but it’s too much, too fast. After hours—or was it days?—of nothing but darkness, the brightness feels like an assault. The air is thick, humid, carrying the scent of salt and earth, and for a second, I forget I’m walking beside a monster.The yard is massive, overgrown with trees and flowers, a wild, untamed jungle wrapped around a nightmare. It should feel peaceful, but nothing about this place feels safe. Every step I take, I’m hyper-aware of Trevor at my side, his grip firm on my arm, guiding me like I might run.Maybe I should.But where would I go?My mind is fogged, my body weak, but I force myself t
There’s nothing quite like this moment. The anticipation. The thrill. The satisfaction of seeing her exactly where s
The box in front of me is open, and the smell of blood is thick in the air.My me
My back is screaming, my knee feels like someone took a knife to it, and my arms are stiff from being stuck in the same p
I don’t know how many hours have passed. The walls of this room feel like they’re closing in on me. No windows, just a single door that’s been locked since they threw me in here. My body aches from sitting on the hard floor, and my throat is raw from screaming at no one.And then, finally, the door creaks open.Trevor walks in like he owns the world.Something inside me snaps.I lunge at him before I can think, before I can feel the terror crawling under my skin. I’m screaming, my fists pounding against his chest, his arms, his face—anywhere I can reach.He doesn’t flinch.He doesn’t stumble.He doesn’t even try to stop me at first, just stands there while I throw everything I have at him.Then, with nothing but a flick of his wrist, he shoves me off. Effortless.I hit the floor, hard. My palms scrape against the rough wood, but I don’t care. I push up and charge at h
I step into Celeste’s house, and the first thing I notice is the silence. A thick, unnatural kind of quiet that presses against my ears. It’s wrong. All of it is wrong.I’ve been calling her for five hours. Nothing.She’s gone. I know it in my gut. Trevor took her.I exhale slowly through my nose, grounding myself before my anger can swallow me whole.The men I put here to watch her—gone. Haven’t checked in. Haven’t answered. I already know what that means. They’re dead, or they were smart enough to run. Either way, they failed me. They failed her.
My hands are shaking. My whole body is ice-cold, but my face is burning. My stomach twists so hard I feel like I’m going to t
Celeste trembles beneath my touch. Good. That means she understands.I slip the hood over her head, my fingers brushing against the soft strands of her hair. She flinches, and I almost laugh. Like she has a choice in any of this.Then, with a heavy thud, the wooden crate hits the ground. The sound alone is enough to send a ripple of fear through her—I can feel it in the way her breathing quickens. I lean in close, my lips just a breath away from her ear."If you scream, I will slit Tamrin’s throat and make you watch.”She stiffens instantly, and a shiver runs through her body. Ah, there it is. That beautiful moment when someone realizes just how powerless they really are.Satisfied,
I can’t move.I can’t breathe.My whole body is frozen as I watch them—Trevor’s men—move around my house like ghosts, erasing every single trace of themselves. Of me.The coffee mug I dropped? Gone.The chair that got knocked over? Upright, perfectly in place.The rug that shifted in the struggle? Smoothed out like it was never disturbed.They’re meticulous. Careful. Like they’ve done this before. Like they know exactly how to make it seem like nothing ever happened.Like I was never here.Trevor stands a few feet away, watching me with something