Chapter 32 Haven #2
I dry swallow two of the pills and snuggle back into bed, willing them to get to work so I can drift off and get some much needed sleep. But my eyes keep popping open again, so I roll over and grab my phone to check the time.
A new message notification…from Bastian.
@rooke.bastian
Morning, Miss Lee. Just checking in.
Remember, I’m here if you need to talk.
I scoff, dropping the phone face down on my chest. The only talking Professor Rooke does is things like, “don’t spill my coke,” or, “you like that,” and, of course, “don’t speak.”
…it’s time someone fucked this pretty girl…
God, how can I be in this much pain and still get horny? I’ll probably bleed out if I came now.
But I still unlock my phone. Still go to my messages. And still reply to Bastian, because apparently I’m willing to risk exsanguination to have his attention.
@lee.haven
What would we talk about, professor?
I don’t expect him to reply right away. I mean, he’s probably getting ready for his lecture. Or having breakfast with one of his many friends. Intellectuals and fashion models, members of the board, CEOs, I don’t fucking know. People he can discuss literature and politics with.
So when I see him typing a reply a few seconds later, my heart hops in my chest.
@rooke.bastian
Anything you’d like.
I bite the inside corner of my mouth as I try to come up with some witty reply, but before I can type anything, a link comes through.
What the…
Of course I tap it. I have a death wish, after all.
VibeFeed? This is one of the apps I tried to search for my video on. I guess he wants to know if I have an account so he can stalk me on there or something.
Does he really think I sit around and post selfies all day? As if.
@lee.haven
Don’t have account
And then, because I know what he’ll say, I add,
@lee.haven
No email to signup. Phone number won’t verify
There. That should put an end to—
He’s typing.
It goes on for a while, but the pain pills haven’t kicked in yet, so I have nothing better to do than wait.
@rooke.bastian
Could just have asked.
A text message comes through, welcoming me to my VibeFeed account. I stare at it suspiciously.
@rooke.bastian
Password: my-sw33t-g!rl
I scoff. Because of course it is.
@lee.haven
Don’t need social media
@rooke.bastian
I insist.
God, stalk me harder, Professor, why don’t you.
I blow a strand of hair out of my face. The urge to resist is strong…but isn’t this exactly what I wished for the third time a social app told me I had to log in to see more?
With this password, I could finally see what garbage people were posting about me. The extent of the damage Ezra caused.
How deep the rot at Agony Hollow College has spread.
My mouth shifts into a lopsided smile.
@lee.haven
Fine daddy have it your way
@rooke.bastian
I’m waiting.
Sheesh, what do I have to do to get a ‘good girl’ around here? Suck his dick?
Asshole.
This annoyance is irrational. I probably couldn’t handle his dirty talk right now, anyway. I’m already pressing my thighs together under the blanket.
I open the app and type in the password, using my mobile number to log in. The profile pic and bio is blank, but it looks like the username is…
@bssweetgirl
I giggle. I fucking giggle.
And that’s when I realize the pills have kicked in.
And cheeesus, they’re strong.
Strong enough that when I see a new message notification inside the app, I don’t even think about locking my phone and trying to go to sleep.
@inherentvice
There’s my girl.
I don’t know what’s in these pills, but when I read Bastian’s message, I’m hit with a full-body shiver that congregates between my legs.
@bssweetgirl
Feel safe now?
@inherentvice
I need to fuck you again.
Well, that answers that.
I jerk my shirt away from my throat, fanning myself with the fabric.
@bssweetgirl
Bad idea
Should never have happened
I need to focus on school
She says, while skipping yet another day of college.
@inherentvice
You need to focus on taking my dick like a good girl.
@bssweetgirl
I said no
@inherentvice
Impossible. You can’t speak with my cock in your mouth.
@bssweetgirl
This is sexual harassment
@inherentvice
This is foreplay. I like foreplay.
But I like fucking even more.
I’ll invite your friend. We’ll have a proper play date.
@bssweetgirl
I sad no
@inherentvice
I sad too.
We be happy together.
I blink, taking way too long to spot my previous typo.
@bssweetgirl
Typo
Took pills
@inherentvice
Pills?
What pills?
@bssweetgirl
K will never
I press enter before I finish the sentence and I can’t even figure out how to edit a sent message, so I just continue.
@bssweetgirl
Ho to your juice
Lord Almighty, what is up with my thumbs? And why is autocorrect being a douche? Scratch that, what’s up with my freaking eyesight? The harder I blink to focus, the blurrier the screen becomes.
The app beeps with a new message and I try my best to read it, but it’s just a smear.
I’m getting dizzy fighting the pain killers. My mouth cotton-dry. I roll over, but I don’t see water on the nightstand.
Great. I doubt I’m going to make it all the way to the bathroom.
That’s when I spot the bleary silhouette of what might just be a water bottle on Melissa’s night stand. It’s only a few feet way, but it feels like I’m at the starting line of a fucking Iron Man.
You got this Haven. You—
I fall out of bed with a grunt and lie there as I wait for the world to stop spinning.
This…may have been a mistake.
Behind me, my phone pings with a new notification. I couldn’t reach it if I tried. I roll onto my stomach and leopard crawl toward Melissa’s side of the room.
I’m not sure how far I get, and I don’t even care that I don’t make it.
I’m fucking grinning when the world goes dark.
Fucking finally.
Tally-ho bitches!
Haven out!