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It’s funny how Ares and I had wonderful changing room sex, and I listened to him vow not to use me as an object, yet here comes Domino with his fucking ex by his side, trying to “defend” me, yet insulting me at the same time by having a different bitch by his side.
What the fuck?
It’s laughable, honestly.
He hates my fucking guts to the point he had to ask another woman to walk around with him at this party of elites and rich mother fuckers, when I’m right there?
I’m your fucking Maiden. The one forced to sign this stupid agreement, and this is how I’m treated?!
“Discarded piece of shit,” I mutter under my breath.
Noticing the giggling drunk girls leaving a room, I force my legs to move swiftly, taking me to the pink bathroom door. WhenI’m inside, I not only close it but lock the bloody thing with the bolt because I need a moment to be alone.
To breathe and calm down.
“Fuck,” I curse and pace around, trying not to feel so tight in the chest. “Can’t have a panic attack right now. Just need to calm down. Need to breathe and remember why you’re here.”
If only these words were getting through my frantic brain.
May not have been helpful that I drank far too much and haven’t eaten since third period, which was only an offered granola bar from Zander. He makes it his mission to feed me snacks, but I’m so obsessed with projecting a certain image, I don’t eat during lunch.
Fuck, I barely eat, period.
“You’re here for Emma,” I quietly stress to myself.
It only makes me angrier just thinking about it.
“No… you don’t give a fuck about a child who has a life better off because she’s born privileged.”
I shake my head.
“You’re here…” I stop pacing and walk to the mirror, only to stare at my trembling hands that shake violently. It reminds me of those younger days.
On my knees, laughter mocking me from every direction as tears stream down my face.
I don’t grasp how hard I’m breathing until I’m patting my chest and looking at my wild expression in the broken mirror.
Did I break that?
I can’t even grasp what I had to have done because my hand is trembling, blood dripping, and I’m still struggling to breathe. Fumbling to open the tap, I spin it on and allow the water to begin to rinse off the constant flow of blood from my wounded knuckles.
Sobs escape me while my lips tremble uncontrollably.
I realize why I’m so fucking scared. Why when I drink, I always do to the point I could be completely wasted and not give a shit about the world. The yearning need for distractions, so I don’t get lost in this hollow fear that has haunted me since that day I was sold.
I don’t want to be abandoned again…
My eyes catch onto the sticker at the bottom left of the mirror, the holographic design catching my attention because of the flickering lights from above.
I dare say my assumption out loud.
“Bunny Stalker?” I say with a whimper. “P-Please…are you here?”
The flush of the toilet makes me freeze, but I’m not sure it’s out of fear. Slow footsteps follow until a person in black is standing right behind me. They’re tall with wide shoulders. Maybe taller than all three of my Ruthless Kings, but wide, similar to Domino’s physique.
I slowly turn to face him, having to lift my head to look up into the hooded face that I realize is covered by a mask.A mask with long pointy ears… like a bunny.I should be frightened. I should run out and go back to my Ruthless Kings like a good girl.
I should run away…
