5. Him
HIM
PRESENT - AGE UNKNOWN
I’m no harm to anyone, unless they stand in my way. Unless they create a barrier between my girl and me. We’ve got enough of a barrier as it is.
So, yeah, that creepy history teacher had it coming the minute he laid eyes on her.
Maddy is so delicate on the outside. Yet, so fucked up on the inside. She hides it well. She’s fooling us all.
Ever since I met her, I’ve always had this feeling, that her mind was as dark as mine, but I didn’t know just how much.
The history perv got some laxatives in his coffee that’ll send him to the bathroom for the rest of the day.
He got lucky that’s the only thing I did.
She’s clearly not interested. I know she’s not.
I have her kinky journal with me.
What more proof do I need?
And it wasn’t even that hard to get it. Her idiot of a stepbrother thought he was being witty by snatching it, but he only made it easier for me to get my hands on it.
It’s not easy keeping tabs on Maddy without her noticing. Luckily, subtlety is my major at this point.
If only she knew the things I’ve done for her, she wouldn’t be writing those things in her journal for me. Of course, they’re meant for me. I don’t need it spelled out. I’m the one she wants to execute those naughty fantasies with.
Who else would it be?
God, my girl.
She’s clueless about so many things. The attention she gets from men, too.
The history perv isn’t the only one I’ve had to force out of her way.
She’s gorgeous—there’s no doubt about that.
Long, wavy brown hair. Curves in all the right places.
Pouty lips always decorated by a different shade of lipstick.
She wants to be noticed by me. She wants me to imagine those lips locked around my cock.
Wet, soft, and perfect.
I’ve had fantasies of my own, not too far away from hers.
She’s been my shy, hidden gem all along. A discreet flower with thorns surrounding her, thorns that have been begging me to press my fingers against them and smear my blood, intertwining our pain.
Such a curiosity. Begging me to keep looking. I can’t keep my eyes off her.
How didn’t I notice this wasn’t one-sided?
The possibility of her acknowledging me and wanting me crossed my mind before.
I wish I’d known sooner that she wanted this, though.
Thank God for the lost journal.
I’m never giving it back.
It belongs to me now, just like she does.
It’s my way into her heart.
It details every single kink she has, her likes and dislikes, what makes her horny. How to please her—and really— it’s a fucking manual to her body. A temple I’m determined to worship.
She doesn’t know as I pass her through the hallways of this school and she smiles inadvertently, that I’m the one with her journal.
It’s a power I intend to keep to reach her.
Now that I know, there’s no escape for her. She belongs to me. I’ll make her mine.
I’ll show her what I can bring to the table.
And I’ll do it in my own twisty way.
From the words sealed by ink in this book, I have no doubt in my mind she’ll be into it.
I’ve been lurking in the shadows for too long, and it’s time for me to come out and play.
Claim what’s mine before others confuse themselves.
Let’s meet, sweet thing. Shall we?