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I never told anyone what happened. Aside from Knox, no one knows, and no one will ever know. He's forced me into sexual situations, stabbed me with small scissors, and yes, my dumb ass was still having casual sex with him.
Some people cut themselves, others burn themselves, hell I even hear of people writing on themselves. Me, I have sex and keep going back to Knox. He is my personal self harm tool. He provides me with a risky escape, because I never know what he'll do.
However, I never thought he'd drug me to have sex. Not when I give it to him freely. Have I been with others, yes but so far, none of them have given me the high that Knox does. The fear of, how will he hurt me this time.
But I can't run to him this time, when I need that rush, that feeling of what could happen if I let go.
There's a sound in my room, and considering I'm alone and naked, well except my boots, it's a little concerning.
“Hello?” I say with shaky words. Putting the scissors in my hand, holding them so if I need to I can stab first and ask questions later.
When I open my bedroom door I scream. A large body pushes in into my bathroom and shuts the door.
Chapter Four
Westley
The door shuts in my face, and it takes everything in me not to pound on it, or hell kicking the bitch in. There’s no fucking way I’m letting her go to that party, at least not alone. Not after what happened to her last weekend.
Scratching my hands through my hair, I take three steps back and look up at the house. The red bricks with white trim give it absolutely no uniqueness compared to the rest of the street. We all have the same fucking houses, just different colors inside.
I start walking towards my house, but turn between the two houses. Walking the same path she walked that night. The night I watched her fall. Although, I wasn’t out there to watch her fall. Well, not exactly. When I reach my favorite standing spot, I lean against the tree and look up, right into her room. I’m technically in my own yard, and legally, I have the right to look where I want. And it’s not like I can actually see her naked. From here.
From my bedroom, I can see everything. Especially at night, when she has the light on and curtains open. I used to hate this room, because the sun blinded me in the morning. But as I got older, I loved this room more and more.
A scream echoes from her room and I hit the ground running, right up the stupid lattice, onto her little roof, and right through her always unlocked window. My feet hit the ground a little harder than I meant to. Moving towards her bathroom door I reach to open it, but the door opens and my heart drops.
Katherine stands there with a pair of scissors and screams, complete terror written on her face. When I say she scared the fuck out of me, I literally mean it. I cover her mouth with my hand and shove her into the bathroom, kicking the door shut.
My other hand wraps around her back and that's when I realize. She's naked. It's straight skin to skin contact as I move my hand up, feeling her silky smooth skin.
There's a warmth on my palm, as I feel her lick me. “Why are you screaming?” I ask, pulling my hand away, wiping it on my pants.
“Maybe because you snuck into my room and scared me?” She drops the scissors, the metal clanking as it hits the side of the tub and then the floor.
It smells like berries in here. Where I'm standing, in her bathroom, while she's naked. My eyes remain on her face, but I can see my fair share of her body. Clearing my throat, I try to concentrate on anything but her naked body, but I can't. “I heard you scream a few minutes ago, I thought you were in trouble.”
She rolls her eyes and shoulders past me, flinging her bathroom door open, letting it hit me on the side. I relax a little and let my eyes wander through her bathroom. The pink towels, the roses and ivy decorations and a pile of shredded black clothes on the floor.
Furrowing my brows I stare at them, did she cut them off her body or after taking them off. “Katherine.” I exit the bathroom, joining her in her very girlie bedroom. There's so much pink in here, which is nothing like she is now. She’s all darkness wrapped in anger. Where the room screams light and happiness. She's lost this part of her, and I still don't fully understand why.
“You should leave.” She says, opening the bedroom door to her hall. She's still naked, standing there in nothing but her boots. “And stop acting like you care.”
She faces away from me, not even bothering to cover herself up. She's on full display and completely shameless about it. I step closer, not leaving and put my hand on the door. “I'm not going anywhere.” I reply, yanking the wood out of her hand to slam it shut.
Her round eyes look up at me, the makeup streaking down her cheeks and I can't help myself. I've been in love with her for as long as I can remember. So, I reach up and place my palm to her cheek and she leans in, making my heart skip.
“I asked you to leave.” She steps back, moving towards her closet, swinging the door open. Watching her, she throws a black sweater on, one that nearly goes to her knees and then turns to look at me, “Why are you still here West? We both know you have better things to do.”
“What exactly do I have to do besides helping you so Knox-” I cut myself of, digging my nails into my palms so I don't out myself. I want her to remember on her own.
Hey eyes go wide, “Help me so Knox, what?”
Closing the gap between us, I watch her face shift from anger to confusion. When I'm within an inch of her, our noses nearly touch as I look down at her beautiful blue round eyes, “How did you get home last weekend?” I ask, not losing my focus.
She swallows and her lips part as I feel her breath on my lips. “I don't remember. I remember certain things, but not much.”
My hand moves to her throat, I feel my nerves dancing on the edge, but I keep myself calm, needing her to understand one very important thing. But I need to know what she remembers first. “Where does your memory fade?”
