Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
RACHELLE
I ’m nervous as I stand in front of the house, waiting for my ride. My mom’s energy is just as bad as mine is currently, and she’s researching public schools as we speak. I left Emil to calm her down, his soft touch over her curls making my heart clench. It’s clear that he adores her.
After looking for love in all the wrong places, I’m happy for her. If it means that I get a better version of my mom back, then I’m even more for it.
I had to walk outside to catch a breath, attempting to let the cooler air calm my nerves. There never seems to be any sun in the sky, the cloud cover heavy enough to let only some filtered rays through. Portland feels so foreign from everything I’ve ever known. At least the beach was there for me when things felt really hopeless.
It’s where I’d escape to after the rape, forcing myself to remember why I needed to stay in the world, not pick up the razor blade that taunted me with relief.
Sometimes it worked, other times I’d still reach for it.
My right hip is a mess of old scars now, a place no one ever sees because my bathing suit bottoms always cover them, and I’m never naked around anyone.
It’s my secret, one of many.
I’m about to begin doing jumping jacks or something to get some of this awful excess energy out when the gates open at the front of the house. All I know is that the girl driving through the gates’ name is Liliana, and Emil promised me she has enough clout to her family name not to bend to the stupid games his son and his friends play.
I’m really hoping so. My face is a mixture of terror and ‘fuck off’ vibes and I take a deep breath to blank my features of any emotion. The sharks circle when you show them blood in the water, and I already did that when I screamed bloody murder on the field yesterday.
I need to give them nothing today, or show them I can take care of myself well enough that they’ll give me a wide berth. I have my backpack, refillable water bottle, and money for lunch, having learned my lesson from yesterday.
The stun gun is also in my pocket, in a special pouch I sewed into it. Being really poor taught me various skills, and I learned how to sew to make things easier. If my socks had a hole, I could fix them, my jeans easily patched. I refuse to forget the lessons my past has taught me, especially the newer ones.
Everyone is an awful person until they prove otherwise. Maybe that’s a terrible thing to think, but it may help me get through the next two and half years of school.
Then, maybe I can go to school and actually figure out my life.
The window rolls down as I stand in the driveway, a perfectly arched brow raised as the girl gazes at me.
“Are you going to get in, or stare at me?” she asks.
“Stare until I get an introduction,” I state. “I’m definitely going to go with that one.”
“Shit,” she mutters. “I’m so sorry. I’m Liliana Cruz, and I swear my manners aren’t usually this awful. Please don’t tell Mr. Emil. He’s trusting me with you.”
“At least someone trusts you,” I sigh, opening the passenger door. “I’m Rachelle.”
Dropping my bag on the floorboard, I get into the sexy, low slung car. It looks expensive and beautiful, much like the girl driving it. Liliana has shiny dark brown hair that is curled away from her face, wide caramel eyes, and is wearing subtle makeup to match her vibe.
I feel completely frumpy next to her as I shut the door behind me.
“That’s how it’s going to be?” Liliana asks, her finger on the button to roll up the window when Emil steps outside the front door.
“You two have a good day,” he says, his hazel eyes stern as he gazes at us. “Please make sure to show Rachelle the ropes. If she returns home with a single hair out of place, I will be very unhappy.”
My lips part in surprise because holy shit, he means business and is pretty scary right now. The garage door opens in front of us, and a sleek dark blue Lambo streaks out into the dreary day.
The door opens fully seconds before Ignacio gets there, allowing him passage through. The amount of money these people have is insane.
“Yes, sir,” Liliana says brightly, though her voice has a slight tremble in it. “Have a good day, I’ll take care of her.”
Practically punching the window button to close it, she takes a shaky breath as she puts the car in drive.
“I wasn’t at school yesterday, so I have no idea what happened,” she says slowly. “I have to assume that something did, but Mr. Emil turned into the scary man usually only my dad has to deal with. I’m too young to be a flesh puppet, Rachelle, so start talking.”
“I just had a really rough day,” I murmur, staring at my unpainted nails. Liliana’s are long, black claws, something I’m sure I saw were against school dress code. Maybe the rules only apply to certain people?
“Please elaborate so I know what I’m walking into,” Liliana insists as she drives through the open gates.
If she’s helping me on my stepfather’s orders, then I have to at least be willing to throw her a bone. It doesn’t mean I trust her.
“It was my first day of school at Carlysle, despite the fact that I’ve been in Portland for a month,” I explain. “I’ve been vying to go to school at the public school, but Emil won’t budge. He wants me to give it another try.”
“Mmhmm,” she says, her finger moving in a circle to get me to continue.
“Jared Denton grabbed me by the hair at lunch while I was talking to Marci and her friends,” I tell her, my tone devoid of emotions. I’ve already cried, it feels as if it happened to someone else at this point. “He shoved me into the mud, holding my face down while I fought him?—”
“He what?” she asks, jaw dropping. “Our school is pretty cut throat, but doing that to Emil Reyes’ stepdaughter is pretty ballsy, Rachelle.”
Sighing, I begin to unbutton my shirt.
“As pretty as you are, I don’t know why you’re going to show me your tits,” Liliana says teasingly as she slows down at a stoplight. I still notice how her eyes drift over my body though, making me bite my lip.
While I have exactly zero sexual experience that wasn’t forced, it’s nice to have someone notice me. I won’t be doing anything about it, but as self-conscious as I feel about my appearance, I’ll take the small win today.
My shoulder is still pretty sore, pulling whenever I move it. Wearing a backpack full of books is going to suck, so I’m going to try to carry the least amount of weight possible.
Pushing away my shirt and jacket, I twist to show her my shoulder.
“I don’t think the bruise is something I can make up,” I murmur. “I swallowed mud, vomited it up when he let me lift my head. The bruise also has some boot tread on it.”
“Fuck, Jared has it bad for you,” she breathes, gazing at the bruise for so long that she gets honked at. “Alright, I’m going. What happened after that, Rachelle?”
“He made me do some pretty obscene and demeaning things, and then my stepbrother told him they should leave,” I tell her. “He and two other of their friends joined to watch toward the tail end of things.”
“If the Carlysle Kings are involved, this is pretty bad,” Liliana says. “They can’t do anything to me without free reign for my knife to play and my father to get involved, so I’m not particularly worried about helping you.”
“I’m sorry, the what?” I ask. “This isn’t England, we don’t have kings and queens, Liliana.”
“Yeah, well this part of Portland can be pretty archaic,” she says, shrugging. “Ignacio Reyes, Jared Denton, Elijah Fletcher, and Theo Holmes. They were given their positions as freshmen when the seniors graduated. It’s some fucked up kind of brotherhood. Those four are certified assholes. Everyone flocks to them, they do what they want, even if it means people get hurt.”
“Lovely,” I say. “I just need to know what not to do to get noticed. All of yesterday, I felt as if I was missing some fundamental rule book.”
“It’s more what’s recognized as the rules here, but I know what you mean,” Liliana says. “Now that you’re on their radar, I don’t know if it’ll matter, but I will do my best to teach you the ins and outs of the school.”
“I already decided I wasn’t going to trust anyone, no offense,” I say.
“Eh, none taken, but you’re going to need to believe that anything I tell you is said with the best of intentions,” she says fiercely. “Your stepfather is scary. If he’s decided that what his son wants doesn’t matter and your safety is more important, then I’m going to listen.”
“I feel like I have a target painted on my back,” I admit. “It’s like Marci made a point to tell Jared where I was so he could mess with me.”
“The four of them are sick in the head,” Liliana says. “Too much power, not enough checks and balances, Rachelle. Sometimes, I think they could murder point blank at school, and it would get covered up without anyone blinking.”
“Is it too late to go home?” I ask as she turns into the school.
“Yes,” she says. “Give me your schedule, I’ll show you the quickest way to get to your classes, using some of the side corridors people forget about.”
“Is there a reason for that?” I ask distrustfully.
“The place is huge, and most people don’t know about the hidden areas,” she explains.
Hidden areas, as in passages? I can’t fucking believe this. Sure, I’ll deal with a possible bug or cobweb to avoid people.
Parking, Liliana twists in her seat as I hand her my phone with my schedule. This was something Mom and Emil refused to compromise about. I haven’t wanted to get a phone, saying that it didn’t make sense.
They both insisted that it was important to be within reach if something happened. After yesterday, I tossed and turned in bed dreaming about all the possible things that could happen. Now, I feel as if my face is puffy from the lack of sleep, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
It doesn’t help that someone tried to open my door at about three in the morning, only to be stopped by the locked door. I spent the rest of the night snuggling my stun gun in the off position, only finally falling asleep again an hour before my alarm went off.
Coffee was my only saving grace, even though I rarely drink it. That may be a contributing factor to my anxiety right now.
Liliana looks through my schedule, nodding with a grunt.
“Here’s the deal with your teachers,” she says. “Professor Barnes is a hard ass, but will bend over and give his ass to the Carlysle Kings if they asked him to. I wouldn’t trust him at all. Never go into his office, insist on speaking to him in the hallway. He’s a pervert.”
My eyes widen as she gives me the rundown on all of my teachers, most of whom are thankfully not brown nosing assholes. They are tough professors though and I’m fine with that.
I just don’t need to add shocking my professor for inappropriately touching me to my bingo card this year or ever.
“Noted,” I murmur, committing everything she just told me to memory.
“Okay, now the next thing,” she says, blushing. “The only thing that typically gets people to back off is dating one of the elites, and I’m not talking about the Kings. I’m very proudly bisexual, no one gives me shit about it either. If things get too intense, I’d be willing to date you so they’ll back off.”
My eyes widen and I force myself to crack the very heavy exterior that I’ve surrounded myself in. I can tell that this is her shooting her shot, and it would be cruel to do anything other than respond in kind.
“Thank you,” I say softly. “I’ve spent a long time ignoring any kind of attention because it doesn’t ever come from someone I’d be interested in. I’ll keep your offer in mind. The first thing I thought when I saw you was how pretty you were.”
I’m socially awkward, and I know it. I should have seen the invitation to have lunch yesterday as the trap that it was, but I was so grateful to have someone to speak to, I fucked up. I may not completely understand why Liliana is telling me this, since she’s clearly out of my league, however it’s a really sweet offer.
Liliana bobs her head with a nod, glancing at the school.
“I’m a little handsy,” she admits. “I may grab your hand when we’re talking, or put my arm around your waist, and that may be mistaken by people.”
“I don’t really care what people assume,” I say sharply. “I just want to get through my classes without swallowing another mouthful of mud. I’ve lived in some rough places, I could always melt into the background at school.”
“You’re too pretty to be a wallflower,” Liliana says, shaking her head when I open my mouth to argue with her. Isn’t that what Jared told me though too? “You really are. The girls are going to be worried you’ll get too much attention, while the guys will watch to see what waves you may create. Are you smart?”
The question takes me by surprise, and I nod, because I’ve always had really good grades, despite the shit show my life sometimes is.
“Don’t dumb yourself down,” she insists. “Get the teachers to notice you, outside of the perverts of course, because they’ll pay attention if you’re supposed to be in class but aren’t. You don’t seem the type to skip?—”
“Not unless I’m covered in mud from head to toe,” I mumble.
“Exactly!” she says excitedly. I’m starting to worry Emil gave me a guide that may be a little touched in the head. “Okay, I can see that you think I’m a bit insane. Let me tone it down. My point is that because you aren’t the type to skip, they’ll pay attention if you do for some reason. As in they will call the headmaster and suggest that the administrative team look for you.”
“Oh…oh!” I exclaim, feeling dumb. If I’m a star student, then it’ll be harder for people to pull me from the hallway while I’m walking to class.
God, I should not have to be worried about this kind of shit at a school this nice. This is bullshit.
“Yeah, I see what you mean, okay,” I murmur.
“Let’s go, I’ll show you how to get around without anyone seeing you for the most part,” she offers, opening her car door.
I’m going to go out on a limb and let her show me around, but trust is still out with the jury. I don’t think anyone who goes to this school is capable of not being ruthless enough to fuck me over.
Sure, Liliana may be here because of my stepfather, and she may be kind of attracted to me, but I’m feeling very jaded today.
Getting out of the car, I sling my bag over my shoulder, belatedly feeling my phone vibrate. Pulling it out, I frown as I open the settings so it’ll stay silent. The last thing I need is to get into trouble for having my phone on me.
Then, I check the message in case it’s my mom. Only, it’s not.
Emil:
Hello, little daughter. Yes, that’s the loose translation of what I’ve been calling you. I know you’re in an impossible situation today, but I’m proud of you for staring them all down anyway. Have a good day, please feel free to use your new weapon as often as needed.
My lips curl in a wide smile because I wasn’t expecting that at all.
Me:
Thank you.
I don’t know what else to say to that very sweet text without completely losing my shit to the emotion that stirred up.
“Are you okay?” Liliana asks, drawing my attention as I put my phone away.
“Emil was making sure I got to school alright,” I tell her, omitting the other details.
“That man was meant for a daughter,” she sighs. “I never thought I’d see him protective and shit like this. My father has worked with him a long time.”
A part of me wants to ask what he does for work, but I don’t want to know. With the size of his house and how imposing he is, something makes me think that it’s illegal. He’s untouchable, he loves my mom, that’s enough for me, for now.
“I’m still feeling my way out,” I say truthfully, shutting the door behind me.
Walking together, she loops her arm through mine. Remembering what she said about getting a bit touchy-feely, I ignore it.
“Liliana, you missed school and still found your way to bagging the new girl,” one of the guys says, laughing as he watches us.
Rolling her eyes, Liliana says, “She has better taste than to fuck around with Neanderthals.”
My lips twist as I let my hair hide my smile as we continue to walk.
“Don’t hide,” Liliana whispers. “Shoulders back, head held high. Be a good girl, and show off that pretty face.”
Blinking, I’m unsure how to feel about being called a good girl by her, but I have a weird, heated feeling bubbling through my body at the words.
I think I may like it.
Doing as she says, I take a deep breath and raise my head, my legs eating up the steps to the school doors. Liliana smirks as we walk through them, as they’re left open before the first bell and after the last. Everyone stares, but Liliana keeps whispering, her arm moving around my waist so her lips can be against the shell of my ear as she tells me where I need to go.
The warmth of her breath against my skin makes me tingle, my nipples starting to tighten. Ugh, it’s so hard to focus on her words.
“Rachelle,” she says teasingly, making me bite my lip.
“Uh huh?” I ask.
“Your cheeks are really pink all of a sudden,” she says. “Is there a reason why?”
“It’s really embarrassing,” I mutter, stopping at my locker to open it. My school issued iPad was in my locker, along with my books, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that they’re still there.
Leaning against the bank of lockers, she watches as I put things into my backpack.
“Am I going overboard?” she asks. “I’ve already seen three people drop their books when they saw us walking together. Maybe I can tone it down.”
“What if I don’t want you to tone it down?” I ask, closing the locker and spinning the dial. “I think I may like it. Still feeling it out.”
Liliana licks her lips and nods. “I have questions that would get me in trouble, so I’m not going to ask them,” she murmurs, making me wonder what they are. “One of them is how tight your nipples are beneath your jacket, Rachelle.”
She’s practically purring at me, and it makes me shiver.
“You are trouble,” I murmur, lips twitching.
“Maybe,” she drawls, “but you didn’t deny it. I’m going to meet you at lunchtime at your locker, okay?”
Liliana looks a little worried, and I frown.
“What are the chances that I’m going to get into some kind of trouble before lunch?” I ask.
“Fuck. Now you’ve jinxed it. Come to the restroom with me,” she says, grabbing my hand and half dragging me through the halls.
“Where are we going?” I hiss. “We've passed like two restrooms already.”
“This one tends not to have as many people,” she says, opening the door. As promised, it’s empty, and she pulls me in behind her.
Watching her lock the door is mildly amusing, until she yanks up her skirt. Two very large knives are strapped to her thighs, and she unfastens the ties to one before dropping to her knees in front of me and pushing up my skirt.
“Liliana?” I ask, breath hitching as she damn near flashes my panties as she works.
“Hush, I’m working. If I wanted to eat your pussy, I would be,” she mutters, fixing the straps so they sit comfortably on my right thigh. “There. I’m superstitious, Rachelle. You can’t fucking borrow trouble like that without doing something to cancel it out.”
“So you’re giving me one of your knives to wear?” I ask, my breath hitching as she runs her nose up my thigh as if testing how soft the skin is. I went with thigh high stockings today that aren't tights, and I think if this is what is going to continue to happen, I’ll continue to wear them.
“Mmhmm,” Liliana says. “Even though you were a brat about it. Damn, you smell really good…”
A whimper releases from my lips as she pushes my skirt up higher and kisses my thigh. I’m almost certain she’ll be able to see the wet spot in my panties.
“Mmmm. Interesting,” she whispers, making my face flush before I cry out.
God, she fucking flicked my clit! It’s throbbing as she grins at me, lithely standing as I groan, leaning forward.
“That was really mean,” I complain.
“Only good girls get rewarded,” she says with a shrug. “Now, you’ll be thinking about me all class long.”
Unlocking the door, she giggles as I pull myself together and stick my tongue out at her. Little does she know, I really am a brat, it’s part of where my inner fight comes from.
Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I walk out of the restroom and head to class, making sure to use the path Liliana told me to. I’m half waiting for something to happen and show me that she’s lying to me, but nothing does.
The hallway is empty, and I slip into class unmolested.
I could get used to this.
* * *
JARED
Where is she?
The little mouse is being talked about in the hallways and the classrooms, but I haven’t seen her today. I should have a class with her after lunch, but it’s making me twitchy that I don’t have eyes on her now.
“Nacio,” I growl, leaning toward him as he shoves his math book into his locker.
“She’s here, man, I just haven’t seen her yet,” he reassures me. “I lit out of the house as soon as I could, and Liliana picked her up.”
“Fuck, why did it have to be her?” I groan.
“Dad wanted someone we couldn’t fuck with,” Nacio mutters. “She’ll stab you with zero hesitation, and the administration will cover it up.”
Not only does her father work with Nacio’s, her uncle is on the board of directors for Carlysle Prep. She’s completely untouchable, unless we can get her onto our side.
“What’s some really fucked up dirt you can get on the little mouse?” I ask him. “If I can’t even get eyes on her, then we’re going to have to dig.”
“Yeah,” Ignacio says, his teeth gritting together as he nods. “It’s cute to be invisible, but even the mice will come to investigate when there’s noise.”
“That’s the spirit,” I rumble. “She thinks she’s so smart, but we’re better at this than she is.”
“We’re better at everything. I’m not worried. Are you hungry?” Nacio asks. “I’m starving, thank fuck it’s lunchtime.”
My stomach rumbles and I nod, rubbing it.
“Yeah, I’m starving. I have swim practice today, and I can’t afford to skip a meal,” I say.
Excellence comes at a cost, and no one knows about the indoor pool I throw myself into night after night to make sure I am the best. It’s the only way I’m able to sleep, knowing I’m completely exhausted. While my parents put in a pool last year in the backyard, it’s a secondary one to the Olympic size pool in the house next to the gym.
My friends and I don’t keep many secrets from each other, but this is one I’ll keep till my grave. It may be silly, however my addiction to being the best can be embarrassing at times.
My parents throw the indoor pool in my face whenever I lose a meet, which thankfully is rare. Calvin is forced to come to every one of them and give them updates, which I know he hates. Mostly, because of how cutting their comments are even if I win.
Blowing out a breath, I think about high protein things I can eat at the cafe. Everything is state of the art here, including our food. Moving toward the cafe, I follow the students who are starving. There are two lunch periods because of the size of the school. With my luck, I’ll still miss the little mouse.
Though, she didn’t fight like a mouse. Rachelle fought like a hellion, and I’m struggling not to think about it because my speedo isn’t erection friendly.
Ugh, fuck me. I’ll have to jerk off before practice.
“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” Nacio says under his breath as we walk to our assigned table at the front. All the tables have white table cloths, and no one brings their own food here.
If you have special dietary restrictions, then you take it up with the school and they pass it on to the head chef. There’s a reason Michelin chefs spend a year here before moving on to other ventures.
It looks really good on their resume.
This isn’t just any school, it’s the school for the Portland area. We’ve all been attending this school since elementary grade levels. There are simply different dining rooms for each section, along with different parts of the school where they attend classes.
This school is set up like a giant campus, most of which is inside. If it snows, there are underground tunnels to get to classes so you don’t have to go outside.
This place is incredible.
Sitting down, I nod at the waiter as he hurries over. The Carlysle Kings don’t wait.
“Can I get grilled salmon please with fresh fruit?” I ask him. “Remind the chef I’m a swimmer for the proper measurements of food please.”
“Yes, sir,” he murmurs. Nacio orders steak and potatoes like an asshole, making me curl my lip at him in annoyance.
It’s difficult to stay annoyed at him, though. We all have our preferences for how we achieve excellence.
“Is that her now?” he asks, glancing over as Liliana and Rachelle walk to a table.
Since she’s new, they’ll simply place her with whoever she walks in with. It’s why it’s important to set up allies quickly at this school, if you find yourself having a falling out, you’re stuck with them for the rest of school.
Elijah, Ignacio, Theo, and I have been having lunch together since kindergarten.
My eyes follow where he's looking, only half paying attention to the waiter filling our glasses with water. Rachelle’s hair is down today, wavy and gorgeous as she walks with her head held high. My lips purse, though, when I see her fingers are linked with Liliana’s.
“Does that mean anything?” I ask. “Liliana’s always been a flirt, but she looks very chummy with the new girl.”
“Yeah, she does,” Nacio growls as Theo and Elijah join us. Our table is a long rectangle, facing out toward the other tables. We can see everything, even as we are technically on display.
It’s the way of the Kings.
“What’s going on?” Theo asks softly, despite the chatter around us.
“Our little mouse may have a girlfriend,” I answer.
“I still plan to have her gagging on my cock,” he says, unaffected. “I have a feeling she’ll like it too.”
Theo is quiet, studious, but his streak of depravity runs just as deep as mine. The four of us enjoy men as well as women, it just depends on what the flavor of our darkness wants. Why limit yourself?
“Theo is right, it just makes me want her more,” Elijah rasps. “That’s a bad fucking move on her part.”
“Does anyone have any idea how she’s been disappearing all day?” I ask.
“The passageways?” Theo asks in response. “The issue is that there are so many, she could be taking any combination of them to get to her classes.”
“Clever little mouse,” I mutter.
“Fuck, when you say it like that, it makes me want to chase her and then fuck her when I catch her,” Theo groans.
If I don’t change the subject, I’ll have him on his knees sucking me off before English class. The sad thing is no one would say a word, either. We can do whatever we want, and he always looks best with my cum on his lips.
We’re best friends, share the same tastes, and each other. We know what the other wants, when we need something easy and familiar, there’s one of us more than willing to help scratch the itch.
“Are you remembering when you fucked me in the janitor’s closet?” Theo teases me, smirking.
It appears the brat will be having a liquid lunch of cum after all. Pushing back in my seat to give ourselves some room, I grab his collar as the guys chuckle, pulling him until he’s willingly on his knees in front of me.
“Punish me, Daddy,” he teases me, winking as he palms my cock through my pants.
I’m so hard it fucking hurts.
“Take me out, brat, so you can suck on Daddy’s cock and I can eat in peace,” I growl.
Theo’s fingers nimbly release my cock, pumping it with his large hand. He knows what I like, how to get me to come quickly, help me find my release in the time it’ll take for me to get my lunch.
My fingers delve into his dark hair, happily fucking it up as I tug him down to my cock.
“Don’t keep Daddy waiting,” I groan.
“There’s a teacher watching,” Nacio says with a dark chuckle.
As Theo opens his mouth to lap at my slit to collect the precum beginning to collect there, my eyes raise to see which teacher. Mrs. Finch, of course. She enjoys being fucked occasionally after class, something Nacio is happy to do. It’s not for better grades, he doesn’t need them, it’s because he gets her off better than her husband and there’s a dark satisfaction from knowing how much power that gives him.
Winking at her, I grin as she flushes and twists away. Things begin to fade away as Theo finally stops fucking around and sucks me down, making me groan.
“That’s it, Theo, you swallow him all the way down,” Nacio says, his thumb wrapping around Theo’s throat and squeezing.
“Ah fuck,” I gasp, dropping my head back. “Just like that. Such a good boy.”
Theo gags on my cock as he forces himself to take my entire length, Nacio’s grip around his throat urging him on.
“Yes,” Elijah hisses, palming his own cock. “Lunch always feels elevated with a show. I want to hear you gag, Theo.”
Ignacio and Elijah equally praise and degrade him, making my balls start to draw up and my back tingle. Damn, this is going to be so good.
For some reason, my eyes move around the cafe until I see the little mouse’s mouth open in shock as she watches our group having a little afternoon delight. This is child’s play. What really makes this fun is how rosy her cheeks look as Liliana watches us as well, whispering things in her ear with a smile.
It pissed me off that she’s helping to turn her on, I don’t like to share outside of my best friends. Except, I can’t do anything but enjoy the wave as my eyesight begins to white out and I explode down Theo’s throat with a silent scream.
By the time I come back to myself, Liliana and Rachelle are gone, but I feel much fucking better.
For a Thursday, things are beginning to perk up.