Chapter 26 Trick and Treats #2
For wriggling her ass against me while I fill her, like she's desperate for more, the way she is now.
When I finish, I stay inside her, wrapping her legs around my waist and lying on top of her. I want to fucking live here. I want to stay here until I get hard again and then just start fucking her all over again.
She wraps her arms around me, one hand rubbing my back while the other runs through my hair, and I kiss her jaw. I try to remember the last time I let someone hold me like this and realize…it was probably Saige.
"I've wanted this for so fucking long, Saige," I tell her, trying to catch my breath.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted it—how much time I've spent picturing you underneath me, taking my dick, and it still wasn't even close to as good as the real fucking thing.
I wanted to come all over your face and in your hair to punish you, but I couldn't get my dick out of your pussy. "
I'll get there before the night is over. Blood rushes to my cock again at the thought.
The hand running through my hair stills; I can feel something shift, but I'm not sure what happened.
"Why'd you stop?" I ask. "That felt really good."
"Elias…"
I prop my head up on my hand and run my fingers through her hair, watching her wince. "What? What's wrong?"
"I…need you to get off me now."
"Saige…it's okay. You're okay, baby."
"No, I'm not. This is not okay; I can't breathe."
"Saige, I love you. I love you so fucking much."
She shakes her head. "Don't say that."
"Why not? It's the truth."
"Elias, please…" Her voice cracks a little, like she's about to cry. "I really can't breathe."
"Okay. Okay, I'm sorry."
The second I roll off her, she jumps off the bed and rushes into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Seconds later, I hear crying. I get out of bed, change into some sweatpants, and knock on the door. "Saige, please come out."
Nothing.
"Don't cry, Saige."
"Please leave me alone."
"I can't."
That only makes her cry harder.
"I just want to be with you. Can you just come out so we can talk? Saige?"
The shower turns on, and I sigh, sitting on the floor beside the bathroom door, leaning against the wall.
She can't stay in there forever. She has to come out sometime, and at least I can't hear her crying anymore.
But sometime must have taken a really long fucking time, because that's the last thing I remember before I wake up and it's daylight. I'm still on the floor beside the bathroom door, but it's open now, and I don't see her anywhere.
I pull on a shirt and head downstairs to Saige's room, but she isn't in there, either.
Great. She must have run to Dax. Sighing, I rake my hands through my hair and sink down on the bed. But then I notice something.
Her computer is gone. The drawers on the dresser are open and empty. All of her things are gone.
Okay. This is okay. It makes sense that she'd need a little space—a little time away from this house. It's a lot.
Who am I kidding? She left me. I'm so fucked.
"Hey." I look up and find Nolan standing in her doorway. "Where's Saige? Dax thought she might have been with you."
I shrug. "She's gone."
"Gone? What do you mean?"
"I mean, look around—she's fucking gone. She packed all her shit and left."
I watch his face fall. He's fucking devastated.
It makes me uncomfortable. Saige is mine, and so he shouldn't get to have that look on his face right now. Didn't he just crack her skull open a few weeks ago?
I can't be in here anymore. While Nolan is still processing the empty bedroom, I push past him toward the living room, letting the dog out before dropping into the armchair.
"What happened?" Nolan asks.
"How the fuck should I know?"
"No," he says. "No, you don't get to do that. Tell me what happened. What did you do to Saige? She's gone—that's a pretty big fucking deal. Do you even know if she's safe? What if whoever's been following her grabbed her?"
"And packed up all her things, too?" I ask as I hear Dax on the staircase.
"Who packed their things?"
"Saige," Nolan tells him. "She's gone."
"What? What the fuck did you do to her? And where the hell is my phone?" Dax asks. "I told you not to piss her off."
"It's in my room."
"And the other part?"
"I don't know. She's just…she might have thought I was you for just a minute or two."
"And?"
"And we fucked. She kind of…freaked out afterward, I guess."
"Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, she's going to be…" Dax trails off, pacing back and forth in front of me. "I need to find my phone."
"Wait, I'm confused," Nolan says. "Why would she think he was you?"
"Because I gave him my costume and my phone."
"Why the fuck would you do that? Dax, I thought you liked Saige, and you know how I feel about her. I told you to be careful with her, and you said you would. The first fucking time I leave you alone with her, you do this!?"
"I didn't know exactly what he was going to do."
"Why didn't you ask?"
"Because he doesn't care," I say. "You sent her crying into her bedroom—I saw you."
"That's not true," Dax says.
"Yeah? Which part?"
"Okay, well…fuck you. Fuck both of you. I'm going to text her, then check the camera and at least figure out when she left and make sure no one threw her into a fucking kidnapper van."
"I'm going to go get my phone and check her location," Dax says.
"She's making that up, you know," I tell Nolan as he scrolls through the doorbell app. "No one is following her."
"Bullshit. I've seen him. I chased him down an alley outside a bar one night."
"What? Really? You never told me that."
"Didn't think you'd care."
"Are you sure they were following Saige?"
"I don't know what else they would have been doing. They just stood in the window in the dark, staring right at her. Looks like she left about an hour ago. The sun was up, so that's good."
"Nolan, I didn't hurt her. It wasn't like that. It was—"
"I don't want you to finish that sentence. I'm having a really hard fucking time not putting my fist through your face. After I talk to her, I probably will."
He wasn't there. He doesn't get it, but he will. She's mine, and I'm not going to let her go.
I take out my phone to send her a text.
Saige, where are you? Let me come and pick you up…we can go somewhere and talk. I'll take you anywhere you want to go.
There's a music fest in Vancouver tonight. You said I don't know you, but I know you like metalcore and sad playlists. I think you'd really like the setlist.
I don't realize what I've done until after I send the second message. I didn't send her a text—I messaged her from my text app. Both messages sit under a string of threatening texts and photos I've sent to her over the past month.
No.
I scramble to unsend them, but I'm too late—they're already marked as read.
"Found it," Dax says. "She's in her room, so at least there's that."
No. No, no, no, no. Fuck, I fucked up.
I stand up and start pacing the fucking room, tearing at my hair. I'm so fucked.
"Elias, did you hear what I said?"
I sigh. "Yeah, I heard you. I'm, uh, I'm going to go upstairs. Let me know if either of you hears from her."
I'm fucking panicking, and I need to get away from them before they notice.
I grab a bottle of whiskey on my way up and spend the rest of the day in my room, blaring music and drinking, pacing and feeling sorry for myself. I text her a few more times—for real this time—apologizing, begging her to talk to me.
I check my phone every five fucking minutes, but there's nothing—not until later that night.
That's when I finally get a text, but it isn't from Saige, Nolan or Dax.
It's a video from the university's emergency alert system. I press play on the black screen, and a two-minute clip of me and Saige in my bed last night plays.
Oh, fuck.
How the hell could this happen? Who the fuck could have done this?
But I do have a night vision camera—a small one on my desk, pointing at the bed. It would have captured this exact angle. An angle where you can make out Saige in the video clearly, but you can barely see me.
Surely, this didn't go out to everybody.
I convince myself it didn't—that this is some sort of prank—but only seconds later, Dax and Nolan barge into my room.
"What…the fuck…did you do?"