CHAPTER 26 #2
“If she’s not your ex, get her to leave.” Whispering into my ear as I lolled my head back in disbelief at the situation.
“Yeah, go on, get me to leave.” Misfit’s arms now tightly crossed over her chest, a clear indication of her unwillingness to budge.
What the fuck was she doing here anyway? Yet again breaking into my place, thinking she can pull me back to be the good little boy. Fuck that!
After everything that happened with Manic, she left me!
I stewed in the uncertainty of what I saw, which provided me with no believable answers to my questions.
Internally, I was fighting with myself. On one hand, I wanted to forget everything, allowing myself to drown in the pleasure of someone else.
And on the other hand, there was Misfit.
She was here, maybe my only chance to ask her what was really going on.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, letting out a deep sigh, “Just … get out.” My eyes flicked to Misfit and then to the girl.
“Oh, I don’t think he’s talking to me, sweetheart.” The girl's smug smile quickly wiped from her face as her mouth dropped open.
She couldn’t believe I’d turned it on her, but she scoffed, grabbed her things, and stormed past me without another word. The door slammed hard. I stood there for a moment, chest heaving, shirt still half-unbuttoned. The taste of her still clinging to my mouth, replaced now with the acid of fury.
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” I spat, pointing a finger as I glared at her. “What the fuck are you doing here Misfit?” My voice low and dangerous.
“Stopping you for making yet another mistake, that’s what.”
“What? By cockblocking me?” I scoffed, “I didn’t ask you to! Do you think I don’t know what I’m doing?” My voice rose as my arms flung out at my sides. “Well, congratulations. You’ve completely ruined my night.” She moved, closing the distance between us faster than I could keep up with.
“I’ll ruin your entire fucking week if you keep mouthing off at me like that.” I turned away from her, pacing, dragging a hand through my hair, my body still vibrating with adrenaline and frustration.
“You’re not my keeper,”
“No,” she said, softer now. “But you’re sure as hell acting like someone that needs one.”
I pushed past her, heading down the hallway, when she grabbed me, halting me in my movements.
“I don’t think so!” My body stumbled as she pulled me back, brow furrowed, looking at her hand tightly wrapped around my arm.
What did she want from me?
“What the fuck is all this about? What is it Screech?”
“All what?”
“Don’t play dumb Screech, you’re clearly self-sabotaging.” I couldn’t help the defiant laugh that escaped me. I could feel her grip tighten, her face remaining somewhat devoid of emotion.
“And you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? Running away, hiding behind your little walls of sarcasm and self-righteousness.”
“Don’t make this about me! I’m not the one standing here swaying, off my face on God knows what, trying to numb myself with some faceless girl.
” I was growing bored with the sheer audacity of her questions.
Seeing as she never wanted to answer mine, why did she think she would get the same courtesy?
I ran my hands over my face. “What do you want from me Misfit?”
“I want the truth!” her voice rising, “I want to know why you’re doing this!”
“You!” I yelled. Her body flinched as rage took over.
“Me?.. Oh, here we go, how the fuck is you getting high as a kite, anything to do with me?” I remained silent as she gave out a sharp laugh.
“It’s like juvie déjà vu. I got the blame for that as well, you losing your head in solitary.
” She was treating me like a child, leaning into me with mocking sarcasm.
“You and your little freaky mate, all red-eyed, one-handed choke slamming a guy,” I stepped closer, pushing my face close to hers.
“I know what I fucking saw, and you are lying to me! You were there, you saw it all. And then you fucked off and let me sit here, researching bullshit to try and at least find some fucking explanation for what I saw.”
“So that’s what this is? This pathetic display? Going off the deep end because you’re not getting the answers you want?”
I shook my head, biting down on my bottom lip with anger.
There was that word again, which was turning out to be one of her favourites for me, but it just made my blood boil.
“I know there’s something you’re not telling me, and I want to know what it is, now.
” Yanking my arm free from her grasp. She hesitated, shaking her head as she remained quiet.
“Tell me, Misfit, you better fucking tell me, I know I’m not crazy—”
“I can’t!”
I was done with her; my angry laugh echoed down the hallway as I headed for the bedroom.
I slammed the door behind me, a violent bang ricocheting through the apartment. Pulling my shirt the rest of the way off, I hurled it across the room, the fabric smacking uselessly against the dresser before slumping to the floor.
His voice now rattling around my mind. And with the drugs still lingering in my system, it was the last thing I was expecting. But his voice came loud and demanding.
She’s playing with you! Stop her. Take control, or I will.
Given my current state, I would gladly let that happen. I heard her footsteps approaching outside the room before she swung open the door, silhouetted against the hallway light, arms folded tight against her chest. My head lolling back as an annoyed groan took over.
“How fucking dare you give me shit for not being honest? What about you? You come down on me for not telling you everything, at least I tried to let you in. When have you tried?”
“The fuck are you talking about?” Rolling my eyes in exasperation as I turned to her.
She stepped forward, forcing her finger into my chest, “You know what I’m talking about. Each time you came back from your ‘work’, looking defeated, you had every opportunity to fucking tell me, and you never did—”
“Because I can’t!”
She scoffed as her hand fell to her side, “Fucking hypocrite.”
“I know what all this is.” Gesturing lazily towards her. “Jealousy.”
“The reason you came back here. Breaking into this place, yet again,” taking a step closer to her. “You didn’t like seeing me with someone else?”
“I came here to tell you the truth, but fuck it and fuck you.”
“Yeah, sure you did,” I said sarcastically. “I don’t think so. If you wanted me, Misfit, you could’ve just said something. Saved us both the theatrics.”
She scoffed, “You don’t know what you’re talking about right now.”
“Oh, I think I do,” closing the space between us, step by each calculated step.
“I always wondered what your deal was with me. All the attitude, all the protectiveness, breaking in to cuddle up to me… could never tell if you wanted to punch me or pin me down.” Her jaw tensed at the words, her head shaking as I began to loom over her.
“But now I’m starting to think it was the latter.
” She moved, her back hitting the wall. I placed my hands on either side of her head, eyes locked on.
“Screech.” Her voice warned me like the blade held to my throat.
“What?” Tilting my head slightly, my eyes scanning hers. “Are you really here to stop me from falling apart? Or just pissed off, it wasn’t you I was dragging through that door tonight?”
I could feel the air crackling between us, thick as static.
My skin burned from the heat of her stare, and I fucking loved the way my chest ached for it.
I wanted to push her. Break … something.
Twist her anger so she could feel the same snap she always brought out in me.
Her hand came up, flat against my chest, stopping me as if she was trying to calm the storm that was already raging underneath my skin.
“You don’t want to do this,” she said softly. My mouth brushed her ear, her scent filling my senses.
“Don’t I?... Don’t you want me Misfit? Feel me deep inside you?
My hands gripping you to me.” Her breath hitched as I pushed against her hand, my face close to hers.
“We both know if you didn’t want to, you would have left by now.
” A wicked smirk spread across my face. She didn’t speak; her breathing quickened to my invasion of her boundary.
“I need to hear you say it Misfit. Tell me you want this.” I’d dreamed about the feeling of her for so long, the softness of her skin under my fingers, that intoxicating scent which constantly drove me crazy—all in darkness but never a reality.
I moved myself ever closer, whispering, pressing her for an answer.
“Say it.” Her hand shifted from my chest, running up towards the nape of my neck.
The space between us electrified, feeling her trembling beneath me, her defences crumbling before my very eyes.
The urge to take her was growing within, feeling myself react to her hands on my skin.
Her lips parted as I hovered over hers, anticipating the recoil.
This wasn’t going to happen. I’d somehow slipped into some drug-fuelled hallucination, and a swift punch from her would pull me back any moment. But it didn’t come.
“I want you.” Her breathy response broke the last of my restraint, forcefully pressing my lips against hers, shoving her hard against the wall. Her arms snaked around my neck, gripping my hair, deepening the kiss.
My hands ran up her body, grabbing the collar of her jacket, before yanking it over her shoulders, dropping it to the floor with a thud.
The heat between us grew as her hands shifted over my skin, pulling me closer to her. My dick tightened uncomfortably in my jeans as I pulled her t-shirt over her head, uncovering her porcelain skin. My lips teasing the side of her neck as my hands gripped her thighs, pulling her up into my arms.