11. Winver
ELEVEN
To say I dislike them would be a complete understatement. I absolutely fucking hate them, especially their ring leader. But, I hate myself just as much. For what I allowed to happen, not speaking up, and most of all…the way my body reacted to them using me. In that moment, I was trying everything in my power for the sensation I got in between my thighs to stop, yet no matter how hard I was trying to get the sensation to subside, all I could focus on were the three masked men using me all while my body enjoyed it. Thoroughly. My body should never enjoy anything like that. It didn’t back then and it’s not going to now. I won’t allowmy body to like it now.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I watch the droplets of water fall out from the bathtub faucet, the ripples being the only movement in the room. Even with the hot water blanketing my body it still shakes, begging for more warmth. After I took a shower I still felt dirty. I could still feel them all over my chest and face. When I was done in the shower, I started a bath thinking that maybe just sitting here and trying to relax would help ease my mind. Wishful thinking.
After they were done with me, we went back to the second floor where they immediately put the hood and collar back on and took me back to my apartment. I didn’t understand the point of hooding me since I already knew where we were, but the last thing I wanted to do was argue or talk. At that point, all I wanted to do was go back home. They so kindly dropped me off by throwing me on my bed, leaving me there with the hood and collar to undo by myself.
“Do it yourself, bitch.” The ringleader yelled before they all left, leaving me alone at last.
Am I still a little scared? Yes. But am I also infuriated? Absolutely.
I’m not scared of them killing me anymore. Death has been close before, missing me by an inch. If it chooses to embrace me this time around, I’ll wrap my arms around it. As long as I die with a purpose, then I’ll happily lay at rest. Part of me also knows that if they truly wanted me dead, I’d be dead already. With all of this, it still leads me down the path of not understanding or knowing what they want besides making my life a living hell. I’d say they’re doing a good job so far. I just have to act like it doesn’t bother me in front of them.
“You’ve done fucking everything, Winver Sage.”
I submerged myself under the water screaming, letting out everything I wanted to do earlier, but mentally couldn’t. Rising back up, I comb my hair back then go to pull the bath drain. I watch the water swirl down until I’m sitting in the empty tub. I step out and wrap a towel around me as I walk out of the bathroom, getting into much needed warm and comfy clothes.
I hear the front door open then close. I walk out to see Ansley coming in wearing baggy sweats and a hoodie that’s three sizes too big. I cross my arms, sticking out a hip as I smirk at her.
“Looks like someone had a fun night and morning. Or should I also say afternoon, since it’s almost one o’clock?” She lets out a simultaneous mixture of a groan and laugh as she walks over to the couch, plopping down on it. I make my way over to the loveseat next to her.
“This hangover sucks, but I don’t regret going out, that’s for sure.”
“Tell me all about it!” I say, wiggling my brows.
“Well, we pregamed, went to one haunted house, then we went to the pub, and that’s where the real night began. Winver, I met the sexiest man.”
“Ooh, do tell.”
“Short, brown hair, blue eyes, and a sexy tattooed body to go with it. Anyways, a few or, more like six drinks later, we went back to his place and it was nonstop. Almost to the point where I needed to tap out to get a glass of water or something.”
“Did you get his name at least?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes.
“Well, yeah! His name is Ian and it sounds ten times hotter moaning it. Plus, I’ll be going over there tomorrow after work,” she winks at me, telling me what I already assumed without actually saying anything.
“I left the Plan B on your bed for you, but next time make him pay.” I say, raising my eyebrows.
“Ugh, I know.” She says getting up, stretching out her body before heading to her room.
“Thanks again, Win!” she calls out, closing her door leaving me alone once again.
This is the part that I hate the most. Not being able to tell Ansley about everything that’s been going on is killing me, but I would never put her or even Chloe at risk of getting murdered by three psychopaths. It feels like a weight of guilt on my shoulders. We always share everything with each other and that includes our deepest secrets. Well, most of them, at least. I guess now I have two things I’ll be keeping from her…