Chapter 22 #2
“Then do what I want and she’ll never find out.” She crawled up the bed toward him, a smile on her lips that only revolted him. Her hands planted on his shins, then his thighs as she moved up his body.
“You’re the fucking worst friend. All you do is fuck with people.”
“Exactly. It’s fun. And I want to have some fun with you.” She palmed his flaccid dick, rubbing it up and down, trying to get a response from him. Though his brain and heart said, never going to fucking happen, his dick rose to the occasion, happy to be pet.
His stomach rolled as his own body betrayed him. Exactly what he deserved for doing this to the girl who stole his heart and loved him like no one else ever had.
She was so kind and pure.
He was an asshole with good intentions.
But that wouldn’t matter if she found out. He could only hope she never learned what he’d done to save her.
Just a few more months until they graduated and he could take her away from here.
The second his dick was hard, she undid his button and zipper, pulling him free of the confines and putting her mouth on him. In normal circumstances, he’d be all for enjoying a girl’s lips wrapped around his cock. But not this manipulative bitch.
He took her by the shoulders, and shoved her back. “Stop. I don’t want this.” He pulled his pants together, covering himself.
“Don’t be like that. You know you want it. You’re so hard, it’s throbbing.”
“A physical reaction doesn’t mean I want it.”
She sat back on his legs and stared at him for a few seconds, then stood and pulled her panties down her legs, kicking them off and right into his face.
He snatched the lace trimmed black cotton and tossed it right back at her. “Take those and leave. I’m not in the mood.”
“I don’t give a fuck. You know what I want and what will happen if you don’t give it to me.”
“Why are you doing this when you know I don’t care about you, let alone like you?”
“You lie. Your dick tells me everything I need to know. The way you fuck me tells me you like it.”
He hate fucked her every time. At some point, she’d push him to the breaking point and he’d slam into her, punishing her for making him cheat. For making him hate himself for giving in again and again. It had nothing to do with wanting to be with her. He hated her with every cell in his body.
“I only do this to save her and you know it.”
Something dark came over her, like it always did when he pissed her off.
“Why do you even bother? She’s never going to leave without Danny.
And what? You’re going to take him, too.
Be a family? Raise him together? You think she’d really be happy stuck raising a kid, you two looking over your shoulders, living paycheck to paycheck? ”
“It’s better than watching her sink deeper and deeper into depression and despair.
I hate the guilt I see in her eyes every time her dad manages to get past her to Danny.
I hate seeing the defeat in her eyes when her dad hurts her again.
I hate the way she can’t look at me when I give her a compliment because her mother keeps tearing her down, one insult and gaslighting at a time.
And instead of you trying to help me save her, you’re here betraying her and forcing me to do something I don’t want to do. It’s fucking rape and you know it.”
“And yet you can’t help fucking my brains out on the regular. Complain all you want, but you love it. You want it. You just don’t want to admit it.”
“You are fucking delusional.”
“Then go to the cops. Tell them I’ve been raping you. See if they’ll do anything about it. See if they’ll believe I could make you do anything against your will. You want this to stop, all you have to do is say no and mean it.”
“And then you’ll turn me in.”
“I can’t let you tarnish my reputation, now can I? I won’t go down without taking you with me. You’ll lose her. You’ll lose everything. Your parents think you’re the golden boy. What will they think when they find out you’re just a low-life drug dealer, peddling that shit to kids?”
“I don’t deal to kids.” He still had some scruples.
“Whatever! You’re ruining my plans for tonight.”
“I’m sure you’ve got someone else on your hook. Go fuck with him and leave me alone.”
“You’re not being very smart about this.”
“I’m tired of feeling like a fucking whore because of you. I don’t want to touch you. I don’t want you to touch me.” He gripped his hair in both hands and tugged on it until it hurt and the pain replaced the ache in his chest.
Suddenly, something jabbed him in the thigh, pinching. He raised his head and stared as Desiree pushed the plunger on the syringe. Within seconds he felt the rush as the ketamine entered his system.
“Fuck. What did you do?”
“Just a little something to remind you I’m in charge. You don’t get to play the white knight. You don’t get her.”
She backed up off the end of the bed. He tried to make a grab for her, but she shuffled out of his reach, then pushed him back onto his back and pillow as the drugs really took hold and sent him flying into euphoria.
He had a vague notion that she was in his closet, in his stash, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He was too high. He vaguely hoped she hadn’t administered an overdose or he’d be really fucked.
And that was the last truly coherent thought he had until he was shaken awake by the cops, being handcuffed, read his rights, and wondering what the fuck happened.
Lucky didn’t know what to say and the silence between them stretched.
“I know you hate me. You have every reason to, but I want you to know it wasn’t my choice to be with her.
I never wanted her. She is so repulsive to me that even thinking about her, makes me want to vomit or punch something.
I did what I did because I wanted to save you. All I did was fuck everything up.”
“How many times did you have to…you know?”
“Nearly every fucking day for three months.” He hung his head and put his hands over it, looking completely dejected and pissed with the stiff set of his shoulders and tightly laced fingers. Then his head came up and he met her gaze. “You know what really sucks?”
“All of it.”
“Yes. But when I found out she was pregnant, I raged. Mostly because I didn’t want my kid to have a mother like her.
But also because I always wore a condom.
Every damn time. I needed that barrier between us, thin as it was.
It helped me mentally have some sort of distance, even though I was…
intimately close to her. But about a week before the murders, she crawled through my window and I’d already worked myself into a good mad.
I wanted to rage, but my parents were home and I didn’t want them to find out what was going on.
“She gave me that damn smug smile and called me lover and I just lost it. I shoved her up against the wall, pulled down her leggings and panties, and I fucked her from behind, barely any of me touching her. It was punishing, without any kind of finesse. I just wanted to get it done fast without all the vitriol we went through every time she came over. I finished in a couple of minutes, not caring that she didn’t get off.
I never cared. Even though it often lit her up to know she was fucking your boyfriend.
” He scrubbed his face with his hands again.
“That was how my daughter was conceived. It makes me so angry that she wasn’t born out of love and that I hate her mother with a passion so strong that I don’t know if she’ll be able to see it on my face and know it’s in my heart.
But still, I want to see her. I need to see her.
I can’t stand the thought that she thinks I’ve abandoned her the way I abandoned you. ”
“You didn’t really have a choice.”
“I could have gone to her father. I could have found one of the cops she wasn’t blackmailing.”
“What? How do you know that?”
“She bragged about it. She had like four or five guys on the force under her thumb. How do you think she got away with so much shit?”
“Damn. Are they still in the department?”
“I’m sure they are, or she’s got more of them on the hook.”
Lucky needed time to think about that later. Right now, she needed to get the details on how her family was killed. “So she drugged you that night and left you in your room.”
“Yes. The cops picked me up the next morning. I presume she gave her father some version of what my plan was to save you and used that against me.”
“So she left your house, came to mine, drugged the glasses on the table my mother had set, waited for everyone to pass out, then slit their throats.”
“And probably walked out smiling, a job well done. She’d saved her friend from being hurt ever again or from having to raise a kid.”
“Something that sounds like she didn’t want herself, but ended up doing anyway.”
Neil shrugged. “I was surprised she kept the baby, to tell you the truth. Though now I see how much enjoyment she gets from keeping Krystal away from me.”
“Can’t you file for visitation?”
“I did, but she works in the courthouse and has the judge under her thumb. He keeps moving the court date. I don’t think I’ll ever get my case heard.”
What the fuck!
Desiree had all the bases covered. She got away with everything, because she had connections in the sheriff’s department, the courthouse, even a damn judge in her pocket. She wondered what Desiree had on the judge.
No wonder she always had money.
“How would you like to take her down with me?”
“You’re never going to get her. There’s no evidence. And even if there was, she’d just walk into the evidence locker and get rid of it like she did with the knife. Or worse, she’ll plant evidence, send in one of the cops she owns to arrest me again. Or you.”
“She tried to kill me.”
“I had nothing to do with that. I wanted to come and see you when you were in the hospital, but I didn’t think you’d want to see me. I was so worried. Are you okay now?”
“Yes.”
“I hated to think about you alone in there.”