CHAPTER TWO

I looked at Becka who just smiled and nodded her head eagerly. 

“Don’t worry about me. I have adventures of my own.”

She whispered in my ears as she read the look in my eyes. I was worried she’d be pissed that I left her alone to follow some dude I’d never met.

Most people judged Becka because she was loud, moody, sometimes very inappropriate and a bad influence on me like my mother insinuated but I thought she was the realest person I knew who didn’t sugarcoat things or thought the world was full of rainbows at every corner.

She was as real as life got.

She was vocal, where I was timid, strong where I was weak and we fit like two halves of a burnt puzzle.

I nodded at her and smiled at the man.

“Sure.” Becka waved at me while she went in the opposite direction of her house, going to heavens knows where. 

I was nervous as fuck as he drove us to his place. 

I knew the rules of the game. No names exchanged. No questions asked. He’d wear protection and I would pepper spray him and kick him in the balls, if I felt unsafe. It sounded like a solid plan in my head but in reality, chances were, I was fucked.

‘How did people do this? Just follow a stranger home and have sex.’ I thought to myself as I subtly wiped my clammy hands on my mid-thigh skirt.

I’d opted for easy access clothes in case I got lucky tonight. Yup. I was a certified slut.

All the while, the guys hands remained knuckle-tight white on the steering wheel and eyes on the road.

He parked his car in front of a grand house. I hadn’t been able to tell from his car that he was loaded.

I followed him up the staircase as he opened several doors till we stopped at one.

For the first time, he really looked at me, his pupils dilating. My lips parted in surprise at the warm brown of his eyes. Brown was usually boring but his looked honeyed.

He approached me gently as his hands took my neck and brought his lips to mine. His lips weren’t gently. He kissed like he was starving and my lips were an oasis in the desert. I pulled at his shirt as I stepped out of my heels. Yes, I had worn heels too. Becka told me they made my legs look really long and sexy.

My height dropped significantly when I took off my heels, so he had to bend to kiss me. His lips pried mine open as I moaned when his tongue found mine. His tongue licked mine and battled for dominance. My body heated with need as my panting increased, my lips bruised with kisses.

His hands found my skirt and pulled them over my legs, breaking us apart for a few seconds before he smashed his lips on mine again.

There was nothing gentle about him. He just wanted a release and he’d found me. I wanted the same thing. I needed the same thing. He pushed the door open with his leg as he continued to kiss me with frenzied fervour. When the buttons of his shirt refused to come off, I pushed them apart, shocking myself as buttons skidded against the floor.

I’d thought he’d stop and complain about his ruined shirt. He didn’t. He pushed me against the bed and I fell on my back with a thump, giving me just enough time to see some ink on his back. He was tattooed on most of his skin. Were those wings?

I heard a nylon rip as he turned back to me. 

“The rest was somewhat hazy as I woke up on his bed.” I recounted the story to Becka who had also found it weird that I couldn’t remember much.

“You weren’t that drunk, were you?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“So, did you fuck or not?” I blushed as I touched my lips. My legs tingled as I squeezed them together. It was weird that I couldn’t really remember much. Becka squealed as she smacked my arms.

“Actually… it was weird when I woke up this morning. There was no one in the house.” My brows furrowed on remembering how alone I’d felt.

“Maybe he left to go get breakfast or something.”

“The house just felt really empty. What if I was a thief?” She scoffed.

“You don’t even look it.” My eyes narrowed at her, offended.

“I can be a thief.”

“Why are you saying that like it’s a good thing? You know what, I’m not about to have another mindless argument with you.” I stuck out my tongue childishly at her. 

“Your parents aren’t back yet?” I looked around as we sat on her kitchen counter devouring ice-cream unhealthily. 

“Nope.” She popped with the spoon in her mouth.

She had a place of her own but she sometimes came back home when she was sure her parents weren’t around. They fought a lot.

She went upstairs to grab her bag as she was going back to her place in a few minutes.

She had only come back because I’d told her I got into UC, Berkeley. The flight back home to Ohio was about 5 hours and she’d come for me.

“I’ll miss you so much.” I hugged her as she appeared with her bags.

“I’ll miss you too pipsqueak.”

“I’m not that short.” I glared at her

“You’re 5’5. You are short but it’s okay. You’re cute” I squeezed her tight around her midriff. 

“Okay.. Okay. You’re average height.” I let her go, a huge smile on her face.

“I’ll see you in a few weeks.” School was resuming in a couple of weeks. I hoped I’d be seeing a lot of her.

I bid her bye as I walked back to my house. I wondered what my mum was doing. If she had gotten out of bed today and finally come outside for the first time in months.

The smile on my face fell as I got back to my house.

There were police cars surrounding the house and I wondered what was going on.

“Excuse me… Excuse me!” I pushed back the crowd that had gathered.

The police men kept pushing me back. This was my fucking house and I had the right to be there.

One of the other police officers realised I was struggling to pass through the crowd when he held up his hands for them to let me go.

“Who are you?”

“This is my house. Can you tell me what the hell is going on?” I didn’t care if I had just cursed at a police officer. I just wanted to know what was going on.

His expression fell and there was pity in his eyes.

“Okay, I need you to calm down.”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s your mum.”

My eyes flashed to the house. I ran straight to through the door and saw something that scarred me for life. My legs gave up on me as I crumbled to the floor, a scream escaping me.