9. Wild Confessions
Wild Confessions
Riley
I’ve got thirty minutes left of my shift and I cannot wait to watch Ash swim. Am I still mad at him for what he did? Yes. Do I blame him? No. I was just fucking scared. I don’t want them to think I’m weak, because I’m not. Again, I’m just scared.
Last night at dinner, Jake took me to an expensive restaurant with his friends and their girlfriends. He was the old Jake, the one I met all those months ago who was sweet and smooth, until we got into the car and he hit me again for being quiet during dinner. I told him I wanted out of the relationship, that I was done being his punching bag, and he choked me until my vision blurred. I was so fucking scared. I really thought I was going to die at his hands. I tried so hard to fight him off but it was no use. He’s so much bigger than me.
I’m not sure what to do now. Should I file a police report? His family is connected with the school board and I’ll lose my scholarship and then I’ll have nothing and no one.
He informed me he was unavailable for the rest of the week, that I better behave myself and stay away from the “Incest Twins”. I had to bite my tongue so hard to prevent me from popping off at the mouth just to get hit again.
Ash warned me he was going to kill him. Although I’m not sure how serious he was, but I don’t want him to go to jail for murder because of me. I’m not worth it. But I need to get myself out of this relationship. The abuse has gone on long enough.
I text Vikki to tell her what’s been going on, but she never answered, which is weird. So I called her and she must’ve answered by accident because all I heard was moaning and panting. Only one could assume she was having a good time.
My life is such a mess outside of Peyton and Asher. They make me feel alive when we’re together, and not just because of all the incredible sex we have, but just being there for one another and spending time together. Whether that be by making a point to eat dinner together nightly, watching tv, playing board games or even studying which I found out, Asher doesn’t need me as a tutor, he's actually better than me in Math. Fucking asshole. It was all just to get close to me. I informed him that if he would’ve just spoken to me like a normal guy, he wouldn’t have had to go through all the trouble.
“Nonsense, Cupcake. You are worth the trouble. There’s something else I need to tell you.” He says, rolling over and settling himself between my bare legs. I place my laptop next to me as he pushes my skimpy shorts to the side and licks my clit.
“I have cameras in here.” He confesses and my eyes widen, but he distracts me by biting my clit and sliding a finger into my core. He pulls my legs over his shoulders, gripping my thighs roughly as he laps up my arousal. Fuck, he’s so fucking good at this. Focus Riley.
“Ca-mm-eras?” I stutter as he picks up the pace with his delectable tongue.
“Yes, I love to watch you sleep, amongst other things,” he says, blowing on my clit and I cry out.
“Fuck Ash, don’t stop. Err, for how long have y-yo-uu been wa-tch-ing me?” I stutter, trying so hard to get answers, which is the wrong thing to do when his head is literally between my legs doing glorious things to my pussy.
“Two days after you moved in,” he says as a matter of factly. This mother fucker. But christ his mouth.
“You will pay for that.” I moan loudly.
“Yeah, yeah, just sing for me and maybe you will summon Little Dove to come play with us.” He growls on my clit and my body jerks, arching off the bed with a scream as I cum down his throat.
My phone pings, pulling me out of my glorious memory. Taking it out of my pocket, I see it’s a text from Peyton.
Peyton: Multimedia message: Click to open.
I hope it's her spread out for me. I’d love to make her cum before we go watch Ash swim. Clicking it with excitement, I gasp. It’s a picture of Peyton lying on the floor in a pool of blood coming from her head. What the fuck? This has to be some kind of fucking joke. I immediately grab my keys and hightail it out of the movie theaters, letting my coworker Josh know I had an emergency.
Getting in the car, I start it up and call Ash, but it keeps going straight to voicemail. I keep calling him over and over until I get to the dorms. He’s still not fucking answering. Fuck.
Rushing through the parking lot and into the building, I get on the elevator. There ain't no way I'm running up fourteen flights of stairs. I pace the elevator until it dings on my floor. Running to my room, I put the key in the knob with shaky hands and swing the door open only to gasp at the sight of her on the ground, bleeding. I step into the room, slamming the door shut and slide to my knees as tears pour from my eyes. I reach for my phone to call 911, but someone grabs me from behind and drags me across the house. I scream and kick with everything I have.
“You little fucking slut. Now look at what you made me do.” He says, throwing me on the bed as he climbs on top, but I rear my leg back and kick him in the face, causing him to stumble. I quickly get off my bed and make a run for the kitchen. I cannot be cornered, that's how he will win. But once again, I'm not fast enough.
He grabs at my hips and I spin, sinking my nails into his eyes, causing him to scream and let go of me. I run for the phone and press 911 and grab a knife, but it's too late. Something sharp sinks into my stomach, causing me to fall to my knees right next to Peyton.
Grabbing my stomach, I scream in pain and notice my fingers are wet. Bringing them up to my face, I see red. Blood. I scream with everything I have. He hovers over me with the knife still in his hand.
“You’re not worth living, you fucking cunt, plus I’ve been fucking your best friend. She sucks dick better than you.” He spits, sinking the knife into me again. Blood seeps from my lips as I cough, trying to speak.
“Yeah. Well, fuck you. At least they could make me cum. You pussy bitch.” I rasp and he sinks the knife into me again as white dots litter my vision and the room spins into nothing and I whisper….
“Asher, help us.”...