Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I spent the next couple days holed up in Dom’s apartment.
I was so tired, so burned out emotionally I decided to hermit myself.
Most of the time I sat on his couch with the blanket over me, watching Netflix and eating whatever food Dom brought for me.
I was going to gain twenty pounds in a week from all the delicious food and snacks he kept getting me, but I didn’t really care.
I sat eating a pint of ice cream like I was a starving racoon in the dumpster, mindlessly scarfing it down.
When I wasn’t just sitting there feeling sorry for myself, I was calling my family, texting my friends, and trying to catch up on my socials.
I called Jamie and we talked for several hours, but I didn’t have much more information to tell him.
I didn’t confess where I was or who I was with or what had happened to me, not wanting him to freak out.
No one knew and I planned to keep it that way.
My dad asked me to come over to the house to help with the search, but I lied and told him I had the flu.
Thankfully, he bought it because I sounded terrible.
I knew I couldn’t make that excuse for long.
I’d worry later on how I was going to cover the bruises on my face and explain why I was limping.
Word had gotten around about my sister, but I made several posts about how it was a family matter and I wasn’t going into details.
Jana knew now too and put me on temporary leave with pay, telling me to focus on my family and if there was any more info she could give she would help, no questions asked.
Between all the communication back and forth, I was also continuing to text my sister.
She never replied as usual, but I couldn’t stop, knowing she was still out there, and that she had to know we were still thinking of her.
And maybe, just maybe, she would answer back and at least ease my anxiety if only a little.
That hope was all I had. Otherwise, I was miserable, frustrated, and lonely.
Thankfully, I had Dom to stifle some of the loneliness.
When he returned from his daily errands, he stayed by me, watching movies and eating with me.
When I slept, which was often, I could feel his warmth against me.
We didn’t talk much, but when we did, it was usually casual and short.
Every so often he would stroke my hair and rub my back.
It felt good and, despite my tension with him days before and my complicated feelings for him and his brother, I longed for his comforting touch.
Whenever Lez came to check on me, I refused to look at him. My answers were short whenever he’d talk to me. I would feel him lingering by the door when he was going to leave, his eyes burning into my back. I didn’t care if he resented me.
The days passed in a haze and by the following night I was finally starting to feel even an ounce like myself.
Dom had gone out again, leaving me alone.
I had stolen a case of beer from the fridge and had been slowly sucking it down till I was on my fourth bottle.
I sat at the kitchen table on my laptop which Dom had brought back from my apartment.
Eve’s thesis was pulled up again, scrolled toward the end.
I don’t know why I kept coming back to the twins’ story.
It was like I was searching for something, wanting to find some part I could connect with.
Wanting to see past the morally gray, to remind myself why they were the way they were.
Their tragedy always hit me hard in the gut, my heart breaking for the childhood that was stripped from them.
I’d never known anyone who went through what they did.
After the fourth beer, I was feeling tipsy and couldn’t read straight so I stumbled into the bedroom to lie down. At some point in the night, I slipped deep into a dream, finding myself on my family’s summer property.
I sat alone by the fire, the surrounding area pitch-black including our small cabin only a few yards away.
Dad had bought the property years ago when we were kids to have somewhere for the family to camp while he went out fishing.
I could remember the nights hearing music on the radio in the cabin behind us while my siblings and I talked by the fire.
There was usually light and laughter. But now there was nothing more than an eerie quiet.
The tall grass hardly swayed around me, the firelight casting a dim light that barely broke through the dark.
Everything was calm until the roar of a car engine broke the silence as a pair of headlights came out of the dark and stopped before me. Two dark figures stepped out of the car. It was the twins, only they were wearing masks, one with a stitched up smile, the other with a frowning clown-face.
One had rope in his hands, the other a blade.
Fear washed over me, and I ran from them into the forest. I could hear their laughter echoing so I couldn’t tell where they were. I fled through the maze of trees, losing my way until one of them caught me, yanking me back into them, blade resting on my stomach.
“Stop fighting,” came Leslie’s grated voice in my ear, blade digging into my shirt.
I let out a whimper as he swung me around.
He brought me to the ground and Dom helped tie my hands and feet.
Once the rope was tightly secured, Leslie swung me over his shoulder and, together, they took me deeper into the woods.
They brought me into an open clearing and dropped me on the ground.
Dom came around and held my hands over my head while Leslie bent over me, grabbing the end of my shirt and tearing it down the middle with his knife.
Bra exposed, he glided the knife down my body before moving to my pants, unbuttoning them and shoving them down to my ankles.
His blade slid down my thigh then under my panties, ripping them aside.
Even in my terror, my body lit up, an excruciating heat throbbing between my thighs.
Sweat ran down my neck and back as I writhed in their hold.
Leslie bent my legs up until they were in my face, curling my body into a vulnerable position while pinning me to the ground.
I heard the snap of a belt buckle, his rough hands gripping my thighs.
I felt no pain as his cock slid into me.
As he moved, his hips hitting against me, it only made the heat worse, winding me up tighter and tighter.
They switched several times, taking turns.
I could no longer see who was who in the dark.
Their hands were all over me, digging into my skin, squeezing my breasts, rough and needy.
I begged and begged for release, but no relief came.
When I thought I might lose my mind, they let go, letting me fall to my side where I curled into a sad, shaky mess.
I pleaded, but they only stared down at me.
I could see the shine of their eyes. They started to laugh again, a quiet, sinister sort of sound, before they started to back away.
“No…no, don’t go,” I told them. They circled me once then stopped. A headlight flickered on, illuminating the dark around us. They took off their masks and revealed twisted faces, each with one green eye and one black.
They turned and moved away. “Please don’t leave me!” I screamed, but they only laughed and disappeared into the trees. The headlight flickered off and buried me in the dark.
Heart pounding, I started to come out of the dream and realized my body was throbbing, still hot and aching. I had wet dreams before, but nothing like this. I squirmed, my hands clawing at the sheet. When I felt something solid hit my back, I realized Dom must have come to lay with me.
My head swam as I turned to face him. Eyes fluttering, I could just make him out in the dark.
Desperate, I pressed myself into his chest, kissing the side of his mouth and along his jaw.
A soft groan escaped him as he shifted in his sleep, starting to wake as my lips moved downward and latched to his neck like a vampire.
My hands moved across his body, feeling his hard stomach under his shirt.
He shifted again then stiffened as he woke enough to realize what was happening.
I nipped lightly at his neck, in hopes I didn’t startle him too much, worried again he might pull away.
For a moment, he didn’t stir. Then, to my delight, his arm came around me and pulled me closer.
His mouth found mine and he kissed me hard, his tongue flicking against my own.
I was caught a little off guard by the rough kiss, but I quickly recovered, finding his hand and guiding it downward.
But he needed no guidance as he quickly shoved his hand down my shorts and panties and slid his fingers along me, gliding down my pussy until his thumb was grazing my clit.
A shiver raked down me, my breath hitching as his fingers curled, slipping inside me.
In no time at all, he was pounding two fingers into me, making me moan in his mouth as he refused to break away.
Without warning, he slid out of me, breaking our kiss to suck his fingers into his mouth.
I lay there in shock as he groaned with satisfaction and started to push himself downward, tugging my shorts and panties off and flinging them across the bed.
His sudden and surprising hunger drove me hotter.
I didn’t even hesitate to open my legs as he lowered.
When his mouth closed around my pussy, I threw my head back, a whimpering cry tearing up my throat.
His mouth was so hot, felt so amazing as his tongue dragged up my center.
I spread my legs wider, my fist finding his hair.
He licked and sucked like a starving man and my hips rolled against him, desperate for release.
Just like in the dream, I felt myself tightening, my body trembling, muscles tensing.
Little pleading cries slipped from my mouth.
Then his tongue started to circle me, and I was done for. I rolled my hips a few more times, knowing I was about to come hard.
“D-Dom,” I breathed. “Yes.”
He slowed, and I groaned. Before I could tell him not to stop, his mouth briefly unlatched from me and he lifted his head.
“Wrong twin, baby.”
Before I could even register what the fuck I just heard, his tongue moved on me again and my body spasmed, my orgasm hitting so hard I couldn’t even speak if I wanted to.
The cry that broke past my lips was so loud I feared someone might hear.
Even as the wave hit me, I was bending my knees, frozen in stunned disbelief.
Leslie’s mouth was still on me as I came. Only when I finally collapsed did I start to pull away. I dragged myself away from him, sitting up against the headboard, bringing my knees up to my chest.
I still had to be dreaming. Or maybe I was hallucinating. I blinked several times, trying to register his face in the dark but couldn’t. Reaching for the lamp on the bedside table, I fumbled with the switch, then flipped it on.
“Shit…” Leslie mumbled as he dragged a hand over his eyes. It was him, fucked up ear and all. His face was flushed from what I could see, mouth still wet from me. He licked his lips and rubbed his face.
“What are you doing here?” I could hardly get the words out.
He dropped his hand and blinked at me as if he were the one confused. His eyes had a glassy look to them and were dilated so much they were practically black like Dom’s.
“Oh god,” I said softly, my hands pressing to the sides of my face. “Are you drunk? Or high?”
He grunted. “A little bit of both.”
“Why are you in here?” I said louder. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He held up his hand. “I’m sorry, what I’m doing? I was the one who got woken up with you sucking on my neck.”
“That’s because I thought you were Dom!” I shouted.
He covered his face again, his body starting to shake. I realized he was laughing.
“How is this funny?”
He wouldn’t answer, and I started to slide off the bed. “You thought you could come in here and trick me like that, is that it?”
He uncovered his face. “No.”
“Then what?” My whole body was hot now with embarrassment. I found my shorts and quickly tugged them back on. “Why did you come in here and lie with me?”
“You asked me…”
I stilled, unsure I heard him right. “What?”
“Dom’s out late,” he started to explain. “He had to make a run to one of our properties up north. So I came to the apartment to check on you. I was going to stay on the couch but…”
“But what?”
He sighed. “I came into the bedroom. I was going to leave until you called my name. You told me not to go.” He tilted his head studying my face then that glassy look in his eyes turned dark.
He started to laugh again. “You don’t believe me.
” When I didn’t answer, he shook his head.
He got up and readjusted his shirt. “My mistake, I guess.”
It had to have been in my sleep, from my dream. The timing between us was always so damn impeccable, it really was kind of funny.
He started for the door, stopping at the entrance and placing an arm against the opening while brushing a hand against his mouth. “Dom will be back soon.”
Was it just my imagination or did he actually sound…wounded? He slipped away and I heard the door to the apartment close.
I sat there for a long time, still unable to believe what just happened.
The emotions riding me were a dangerous cocktail of confusion, shock, horniness, and a few others I didn’t want to name.
Eventually I started to hear birds chirping outside and the first few drops of rain hitting against the window.
Not long after I heard the door to the apartment open and close. A moment later, Dom walked in.
“You alright?” he signed, looking concerned that I was just sitting there in the dark. When I didn’t say anything, his expression darkened. “Was it Leslie?”
I opened my mouth then closed it before looking away.
“It’s nothing…” I said at last. “Just a dream.”
“Bad?” I saw him ask.
I turned to stare at the wall and shook my head. “I don’t know.”