Chapter 17
My eyes shutter open and the first thing I’m met with is a weird consistency on my ass.
What? Sitting up, I turn in my bed trying to find what could possibly be the cause of the way I feel. My fingers brush against the coating on my sheets, it doesn't take me long to figure out the dried white spot is most definitely cum.
That dirty bastard.
I fling myself from the bed and run toward the full length mirror in my room, gasping out loud when I see the mess on the back of my shorts, sure enough the same white spot from the sheets covers the material of my shorts.
When did he come into my room? Wait, I locked my door. How did he get in ?
Was it Silas?
So many questions run rampant through my mind as I slip the shorts down my legs and throw them in my wash basket, disgusting pig.
He actually came on me?
I need a shower.
Scrubbing my body because I have no clue what else he did while I was passed out, how did I not wake up?
Once I’m sure my body is clean I walk through my room to get ready for school, not that I want to attend after yesterday but I don't really have a choice.
I come to a halt when I notice a red rose sitting on my desk. I begin looking around, searching my room like the culprit remains here.
With fevered steps I reach for the rose to see a note tucked underneath.
You look so beautiful when you sleep.
My heart begins to beat rapidly. Who was this? Why are they doing this?
After being thrown into that cupboard yesterday and experiencing a complete panic attack I woke up and the janitor let me out.
I’d been so embarrassed I’d run out of there so fast, I’d spent the rest of the day in the library avoiding everyone, someone made sure to lock me in, how did they know about my phobia?
So much for a better life. So far it seems it’s anything but.
I’d do anything to go back to my old life. Silas was far from done and I know he’s not the only one.
Blaire wants nothing more than to torture me and Silas and his friends seem adamant about forcing me under their will.
Quickly getting dressed I don’t dwell on the note or the position I found myself waking into, if I can survive the death of my father I can survive whatever this was.
By the time I’ve made it downstairs, a heavy conversation between Silas and Cranford was in full force.
I stop when Silas says my name.
“I think it’ll be good for you to get to know Tenley son, taking her might be good, for both of you.” Cranford says.
“Whatever,” Silas grunts.
“It’s not a request Silas.” Cranford says. His voice deepening with urge.
“Fine.” Silas grits out just as I round the corner.
“Argh, morning Tenley.” Cranford smiles at me. My mother smiles drinking her morning coffee.
“Hi baby,” she says.
“Morning.” I greet them, ignoring Silas as I head toward the coffee maker.
“Silas has agreed to start taking you to and from school, Tenley.” Cranford tells me.
“That's not necessary, really.” I state.
“It’s no problem, is it Silas?” Cranford looks toward his son, eyeing him when he doesn’t speak up. They share a look, one that makes me feel uncomfortable.
“No, no problem,” Silas clenches his jaw, the unmistakable resentment toward his father clear.
“Thank you.” I say softly unable to look Silas in the eye.
“Just until we arrange for your car.” Cranford says assuring me.
“Also Tenley.” Cranford says as he begins to walk away, he turns to meet my gaze. “There’s a party tonight, tradition the kids do every week. You’ll be attending with Silas.”
My mouth begins to drop open ready to reject the invite even though Rain has already invited me to go along with her, when Cranford smiles over at me, his eyes widening before he replies.
“Not a request, Tenley.” Then he walks away leaving me alone with Silas.
“Mom.” I state .
“It’ll be fun honey and besides you can use some of that.” she says, kissing my cheek before she follows where Cranford went.
I sigh, a little too dramatically before Silas looks at me,
There’s a pause. “Hurry up.” Silas snaps at me before he grabs his keys from the table and walks toward the front door.
With a deep sigh, I fill my to-go cup and follow him like an obedient puppy.
Pulling on my skirt as I hurry to catch up to him, it suddenly feels too short and the need to take off my jacket and wrap it around my waist is a heady combination as it also may be the only way I feel less naked around him.
Silas is down the steps and heading for his car before I even reach the front door. Christ he’s fast. Must be those long legs.
By the time I slide in beside him the engine is roaring to life and the car vibrates under me.
Silas eyes me before turning toward the gate. I quickly reach for my belt buckling myself in just as he speeds through the gate knocking me back with the force.
“Jesus.” I murmur holding myself steady.
“Afraid Princess?” he chuckles.
“Of you no, but the way you drive, yes. You’re going to get us killed.”
“Relax baby, feel the way she purrs, maybe it’ll make your pussy purr.” Chuckling again Silas takes a sharp left toward the school.
Unable to keep my mouth shut. “Was it you?” I snap.
“Was what me, Princess?” Silas asks.
“Did you.” God why can’t I say it out loud?
“Did I what?” Silas breathes before he glides the car into the school gates, people move out of his way as he speeds around the parking lot before bringing us to a halt into a park, he shuts the engine off. Eyeing me out of the corner of his eye.
“Did you come into my room and jack off?”
A wicked smile appears, making his face light up. “I thought you’d never ask, Princess. ”
“You’re disgusting.” I snap, unclicking my belt and jumping from the car.
Slamming the door shut I storm toward the entrance just as Silas’ hand wraps around my wrist tugging me back against his chest.
“Even if it was me, Princess. What are you going to do?” His breath hits the side of my face.
Even with the audience we seem to have drawn, he doesn't let me go. All eyes focus on us as Silas leans his mouth down before whispering in my ear. “You have no clue of what I’m capable of Tenley, no clue what I’ll do if you get in my way. ”
Then with a shove he forces me forward and then walks away leaving me staring after him and facing the looks of everyone around us.
He’s right I don’t know what he’s capable of, and that’s what scares me the most. Because I also don’t know what he’s capable of making me feel.
I’ve somehow entered the gates of hell and I don’t even know if I'll survive crawling out at the end.