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“Pl—please—” She was shaking so hard it shook the car. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about her fear or her begging. She tried to manipulate me, tried to blackmail me. Tried to control me. Who the fuck did she think she was? She was nothing. She was nobody.
But me? I was something. I was somebody. And she dared try this with me?
My rage boiled under the surface, my finger on the trigger. “You’re going to leave me the fuck alone, do you understand?” I jerked her head back, forcing her to look at me.
“Yes—yes, I understand.”
“And you’re going to leave Winnie alone.” She tried to catch her breath, tried to calm down, but I pressed the gun harder against her temple. “Answer me! I swear to fucking God, I’ll kill you right now. You’re going to leave Winona the fuck alone.”
“Yes!” she cried. “I’ll leave her alone!”
“Drop my fucking class. I never want to see you again.”
“But—”
“Drop. The. Class.”
“O—okay. Okay. Please don’t hurt me. Please—” She was sobbing now, tears flowing freely from eyes that were just hooded and conniving.
“If you ever bother us again, I will put this bullet through your fucking head and leave your body for the dogs to eat. No one will find you, and you know what?” I leaned closer, putting my lips on her ear as I dropped my voice to a near whisper. “No one will care. You won’t be missed. Everyone will be fucking thankful you’re finally gone.”
A harsh sob wracked her body, nearly doubling her in half. But my grip in her hair kept her upright, forcing her to look at me. “I know people who would pay a pretty penny for a cunt like you. They’d get off on breaking you before they killed you. So if you tell anyone about this,” I pressed the gun harder against her head, “you won’t have to worry about death anymore. You’ll have to worry about those men coming to get you.”
“I wo–won’t te–te–tell anyone.” She was hyperventilating, probably about to have a panic attack, but I didn’t really care. Leaning across her, I opened the door and shoved her out. She landed heavily on the hard ground, her eyes still wide as she stared up at me.
“I don’t want to ever see you again,” I spat. She scrambled to her feet, the leaves, dirt, and grass sliding under her feet. I watched as she ran from my car, never once looking back.
Chapter Sixteen
Rocks and leaves crunched under my tires as I drove down the dirt road and into the thicket of trees surrounding Winnie’s house. All the lights were off, except for a small glow from a window in the back. I’d been here every night, watching over her to make sure she was safe. But tonight, after the encounter with Cassandra, my blood was vibrating. I needed to get out. I couldn’t stay confined to my car.
I needed to get close to her.
Maybe it was the way I’d come so close to fucking someone else or the fact that I hadn’t talked or seen her enough in the last few days. Maybe it was because I missed her, or maybe because my body was desperate for hers. Whatever the reason, I needed to see her tonight. I needed to smell her and feel her. I needed to taste her.
Silently, I crept from the car, and like a moth to a flame, I followed the source of the light straight to her window. My breathing was too harsh, and every step, every crunch of rocks and twigs underfoot, sounded like an explosion in the silent night.
Her curtains were open, and the window was lifted, just the mesh screen separating her from me. But it would be easy to open, to peel that screen back, and slide into her room like a shadow. To quietly wake her and tell her I was taking her away forever—away from that man, from this place, from her life.
We could start over. We could live happily ever after in some remote place in a different state. She could do anything she wanted, and I could find a new college to teach at. We could be happy. We could be in love. We could find a new life together, one that was made just for us.
I peered into her room, the light from her little lamp pouring over everything, bathing every inch in gold, just like it had in the photos she sent me. The white paint on her iron bed frame was chipped and rusted, and the wooden dresser against the wall was clearly a hand-me-down and well used. The mirror above it looked just as old, as did the chair in the opposite corner.
Despite this being her room, her home, nothing felt like her. Nothing felt…right. It was like a stage or a set in a movie. She was there; she was playing her part, but everything around her was wrong. She didn’t fit.
But there was something else that wasn’t right. The fact it appeared like her boyfriend didn’t live there. There were no signs of him anywhere in the room. No clothes, no pictures, no hats. Nothing. It was like everything was chosen by her, like she’d erased him entirely. Did he just not care? Or did he have a different room? And if so…why?
She sat on her bed in her little nightgown, similar to the one she wore in her photos to me. I didn’t blame her for wearing barely-there clothes. It was a warm night, even by Texas standards.
Her hair was picked up, but pieces messily fell around her face, framing it. It was different seeing her without a face full of makeup, without her different-colored lipsticks, and that leather messenger bag. She looked younger like this, and even from where I stood outside her window, I could see her dark freckles stark against her skin.
Leaning back against her headboard, she propped the book she was reading on her leg. Her eyes roamed over each word, and I could tell she wasn’t in this world anymore. She was wherever that book had taken her.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, shifting slightly. The bed coils creaked under her, the sound startling me. I wanted to get her attention. I wanted to ask her to sneak out to be with me.
A well of emotions opened up inside me, but there was this overwhelming boyhood feeling that outweighed them all. It was stupid feeling like this. But I had the same rush I did when I was in school and I waited for a girlfriend to sneak out of her bedroom and find me in the park so we could mess around.
Had Winnie ever done something like that? Snuck out so she could suck a boy’s cock in the park? So he could eat her little cunt until she had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stay silent?
