Page 18 of Make You Beg

“Besides…” I pause for dramatic effect. “It’s kind of your fault.”

Kayden glares at me, his eyes fixed on mine. His ears are fuming.

“You’re the one who handed me the weapon.” I point at the heel on the concrete.

It is true. He sabotaged my heels, so one of them broke.

“I guess you should have thought about it better before doing something with my shoes.”

“Bitch.”

My chest clenches. “What did you say?”

“Bitch.”

“Asshole.” I adjust my arms against my chest tighter. “Now that the tables have turned, you don’t know how to react?”

“Your stupid prank is going to waste a lot of my precious time.”

“Tough luck. Maybe think better next time, before you almost make your sister trip to her death at the altar.”

“You’re not my fucking sister. You’re the spitting image of evil.”

I scoff. “You’re one to talk. You’re the devil. The horns are practically sticking out of your head.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game with the wrong person. I’m warning you, Madelyn.”

The sound of him saying my name electrifies me.

Every single hair stands up.

“You’re going to regret this.”

“Fuck you, Kayden.”

If we’re stuck with each other, I’m not taking any of his shit.

He’d better start understanding that.

I flip him the finger and walk away, heading back to the party.

I’ve finally got one thing to celebrate out of all this misery.

***

The thing with Kayden is that if you strike him, he’ll strike you a hundred times harder, and I had to learn that the hard way. I thought I had the upper hand, but I was wrong. I was so wrong. And I figured it out very quickly.

The next morning, to be precise.

When I went to dress for school and had to casually leave out my panties.

Because every single pair I owned was torn apart. Cut into pieces with scissors. Decorating my drawer as if they were art pieces on display in a gallery.

Thank God I have shorts to wear under my skirts and dresses, but the friction of the fabric in my center made for a rather unpleasant experience all day. And I’ve learned my lesson. We’re even now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t let my mind travel to dark places, dreaming up a plan to get him back. In my world, there is no happy ending for someone who does me wrong.

I’ve had enough bad guys in my life. Okay, so I’ve only had one bad guy in my life.

The point is, I don’t want to let anyone step over me ever again. Make me feel as if I’m trash.