Chapter 12
“What the hell.” I screech, pulling out a big massive dildo from my locker.
There is an entire group of kids behind me, whispering to one another, laughing at my expense no doubt.
The word whore is sprayed in red paint across my locker and it doesn't take a genius to figure out who’s behind this.
I’d already been in a mood today after the stunt those assholes did last night.
It had taken practically all night to get out of the maze, it would have been longer if one of them hadn’t given me a nudge in the right direction.
They’d done it to prove they could, the masks were an added touch, one I’d never admit out loud that intrigues me the most, there were no doubts in my mind that what they did last night is to simply torture me.
I had my suspicions that they were the ones behind the cemetery.
Assholes.
“Oh, no, did you bring your toys from home to school? You know any sexual act in school hours is against school policy don’t you?” Blaire snides behind me, I turn, forcing my glare at the bitch who seems to have it out for me.
“I told you, you don’t belong here.” she hisses. Smiling like she’s won.
I bite my tongue, my mind ticks with anger at the audacity of this girl.
“Maybe you should leave before something bad happens, freak.” Blaire laughs, her friends and the entire group around join her.
“She’s totally a freak,” one of her friends says. Lacey I think her name is.
“If I’m the freak, why did you go out of your way to put a fake cock in my locker, let me guess it’s from home?, or maybe you should borrow it, you know since I heard Silas is no longer giving you his cock.” I snap.
Joy fills me when Blaire’s mouth drops open, a horrified gasp leaving her as it does.
Take that bitch. I didn’t know anything but it felt great knowing I’d hit a nerve.
“This isn’t over bitch, just because you're his new shiny toy, he’ll be bored of you soon, he’ll throw you away just like he did me.” She spits and turns to walk away. I want to remind her I’m not his anything but she wouldn’t believe me even if I told her.
The sun dips low below the horizon as I enter my room, throwing my bag across the bed, I huff out a long breath.
Today has been hell. I was furious at my Mom for moving us here, furious at my father for leaving us and forcing my mother to remarry.
My whole body begins to shake. I’d never been so angry in my life. This entire situation was insane.
And what was up with Silas and Jagger yesterday? What was that? And why is it so damn hot?
Are they gay?
Not that I care. I wouldn't say no to watching them.
I grit my teeth and resist the urge to storm across the hall and question Silas.
I sure have the right to. God knows the asshole didn’t deserve any discretion from me.
But if what I thought went down actually did, I’m not about to out one person let alone two. That would make me a bigger asshole than Silas and his friends.
I get the feeling Silas liking men wouldn’t be high on Cranford’s list of things he’d enjoy. No doubt he’d be shamed by his father for it, so I’ll keep his secret because I’m nothing like him.
An eerie feeling washes over me, the sense I’m not alone reminding me even in this house I'm not safe.
I turn looking out my window but don’t see anything, when I turn back around I catch a glimpse of something gold sitting under my bed. I bend to my knees and slide it into my palm, when I lift my hand to see what it is I see a gold pendant with initials on it. This time it has Z.A.
What are these?
My phone buzzes in my bag, and I move to where I threw it and grab it out. I swipe it open and read the text. An unknown number pops up.
I love watching you !
I can’t move, everything becomes a blur when I read the text. I slowly turn around in my room and blink rapidly as I read the text again. Another pops up and I’m frozen in fear. This time an image.
It’s my room.
Oh god.
Don’t be scared.
Another message pops up, forcing my heart to speed up.
My eyes drink in the message before swallowing down the lump in my throat, I let out a startled scream covering my mouth with my hand when I see a figure standing at my balcony doors, wearing a hood and the ghost face mask.
I don't recognize who it is but I have a feeling. Tilting his head, I know he’s watching me.
Is it the same guy from before? His hand lifts revealing a phone and he presses his finger into the screen before a message pops up on mine.
You’re going to run, and I’m going to catch you.
Panic sweeps over me as I read the text again and with one final look I’m gone.
I don’t look back, I rush from my room, down the stairs and before I can make it to the backyard the figure stands before me.
His hands are casually in his pockets as he stands there watching me.
My breathing accelerates while my stomach does that fluttery thing where I'm nervous but maybe a little excited as well.
When I take a step, he follows, taking his own. Moving along with each step I make.
He’s toying with me.
Nononononono.
“Silas, this isn't funny.” I snap trying to move again before he follows me.
“Truth or dare?” He murmurs, the mask muffling his voice.
“Neither asshole.”
I dash to the right, away from the guy in the hoodie and run across the backyard until I come to abrupt halt realizing I haven’t explored out here yet and this isn’t your average backyard.
Why is it so damn big?
I turn stopping when the guy stares me down from across the yard, he takes three small steps before I turn and run again.
It’s a game of cat and mouse and I'm deathly aware I’m losing.
I dart behind some bushes and hope it's enough.
The greener of the gardens hides me a little but it’s not enough again he’s waiting for me when I get to the clearing.
Clearly he knows his way around.
“Silas, this isn’t funny. Stop.” I grind out.
He shakes his head.
“Silas?” I question taking a step back. Again he shakes his head, is he telling me he’s not Silas?
“Run baby,” he breathes, his own breathing rapid like he’s excited, before taking a step forward.
I step out moving backwards while he follows with his own steps. Holding up his hand he counts down on his fingers, three, two, one.
I gulp and turn around, running I spot an opening and run toward a huge hedge, it looks familiar but I duck behind it and move down further. My breathing is rapid as I try to calm my racing heart. It’s just like that night.
Butterflies begin to take flight in my stomach, the pit of uneasiness suffocates me before I take a deep breath controlling myself.
The snapping of twigs makes me spin on my heels again, I don’t look, I just keep running, trying to get away from him.
I won’t let him catch me.
My phone buzzes in my hand and I almost drop it when I stop to look down.
Come out, come out wherever you are?
Just as I glance up there he is taunting me again .
“What do you want?” I yell out.
Lifting his hand he points a finger in my direction then tilts his head to the left before he takes a step forward.
“P-P-please leave me alone.” I stammer.
“Are you scared?” he asks, taking another step forward. I catch the way he adjusts himself while he takes another step forward.
Is this turning him on?
I shoot him a look, and watch as he lifts his hand and tugs his hood down spreading his fingers through his hair, tousling it before a deep chuckle sounds from behind his mask.
“Something funny, asshole?” I snap, swallowing down the panic creeping inside me.
“Just you baby, I thought I told you to run.”
“Screw you asshole.”
He chuckles again, this time adjusting his mask as he watches me.
“Run baby,” His voice is rough and deep as he speaks.
This time I turn and do as he says.
I trip on my own feet but hurry back up and bolt across the backyard.
I dart past the pool and use this opportunity to duck behind the pool house.
My heart is pounding, I do my best to control it. My pussy dampens between my legs as much as I don’t want to admit it. This is just like my dreams, I almost want him to find me.
I glance out past the pool house there’s no sign of him or even a hint he’s close.
My phone beeps and I quickly check it before it gives away my spot.
I can smell your fear baby.
Sucking in a deep breath my pussy clenches as I read the words. Before I get a chance to move a hand wraps around me from behind. Caging me to his body. While the other slaps against my mouth stopping the scream from escaping.
“Ah, ah, ah.” he tuts at me.
Grasping his forearm I do my best to stay calm and show him he doesn’t scare me.
The deep chuckle that vibrates behind me from him tells me my body is a pure giveaway of the fear currently running through my veins.
“Truth or dare?” The excitement in his voice is clear as he speaks.
“Fuck you.” I grind out trying to move my arm to elbow him in the stomach.
“Answer.” he hisses, pushing his erection into me from behind.
“T-truth.” I whimper.
He groans, the sound vibrating through my body.
“You know the rules.”
“Dare then, asshole.”
“I dare you to admit you enjoy this.”
“Fuck you.” I spit, hating that he knows.
“I plan on it baby, fucking you so good, that you’ll see stars.” he growls.
“Please.” I plea. “Just let me go.” I beg him.
“You smell so good, fuck Trouble.” he groans.
At that name I freeze, my breathing accelerates and my heart beats rapidly in my chest.
It’s him. Jagger is taunting me? Why?
“Don’t think, just feel,” he tells me as his arm creeps down my stomach and his hand reaches the material at the end of my skirt.
I close my eyes too afraid to know what he’s going to feel once his fingers touch me.
The second his fingers touch me over my panties I can’t help the desperate whimper that escapes.
His fingers roughly circle my clit over the material, creating just enough friction for a low moan to escape me. Fire pools low in my abdomen as his fingers move the material aside and his fingers meet the wetness he’s helped create.
“Fuck.” His deep voice rumbles.
I moan again as his fingers move inside me, oh god.
“The noises you make are incredible,” He hisses.
His deep growl is the only thing I hear before he removes his fingers and his body weight leaves me and then he’s nowhere to be seen.
I’m frozen for what feels like forever, my panties damp from the wetness he created.
Until finally I collect myself enough to move toward the house, my body feels like jello and I’m almost certain I'll combust at the slightest touch.
The back door opens and Silas steps out eating an apple. His lips wrap around the fruit taking a huge bite before he looks down at me, lifting an eyebrow as he waits.
“Exploring Princess?”
“I’m not playing your games, Silas.”
“Games?” He says, like he has no clue what I’m referring to.
“Just now that was your idea right?” I ask.
“I’m afraid not Princess,” he smiles before casually lifting his hand in a salute.
“Last night, that was you?” I say but he’s already inside before he can answer.
But he texted me.
My heart sinks, is it Silas? Is this some sick game? I thought he might have been joking when he shook his head. Maybe it's Jagger? He's the only one that calls me trouble. But then Silas knows about the nickname. Maybe he did it to confuse me, taunt me.
I’m done playing his games.
He won’t win.
I make my way back upstairs, knowing there is someone other than Silas messing with me makes me feel uneasy. I have no way of knowing if whoever is doing this means me harm or if it's a part of some sick joke.
Is it his friends? Did he somehow encourage them to mess with me? I wouldn't put it past them all to get off on something like this.
All the air leaves my lungs when I make it back to my room and in the middle of my bed sits a red rose.
I wrap my fingers around the stem of the rose, a thorn pricking my skin as I do, drawing blood. I don't even bother wiping it away.
Fear kicks in hating that whoever left this knows my favorite flower.
But how?
I spin on my feet, turning around to see if anything is out of place.
He was in my room.
The sickening feeling of knowing I have nowhere to hide, not even my room is sacrilege.
Silas won't stop. He won’t until nothing is left