AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I nod. “You were... distracted.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, catching my meaning. “She was nothing, baby. Just a bit of fun.”
“You fucked her while forcing me to watch. That’s low, even for you.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Warren stalks closer, dropping on the edge of the bed. He reaches for me, tracing his finger along my jaw, and I flinch at his touch. “I only wanted to make you jealous, baby. To make you feel even an ounce of what I felt while you were with...” He can’t even say Conner’s name, but his anger and jealousy are tangible. Thick and cloying, it hits me like acid.
“She was nothing but a drugged-out slut, baby.”
I refuse to look at him, claiming this moment as my own.
“Fuck, Kennedy. It was supposed to be a bit of fun. If Miller and his fucking sidekick hadn’t showed up, I had big plans for the three of us.”
My stomach churns, and I work to keep last night’s alcohol in my stomach.
“What time did you get back here?” He eyes me with suspicion.
“I don’t know. I was pretty out of it. Thanks to you.” I glower.
“You’ve taken a little G before, baby. It was only supposed to get you in the mood.”
“You fucking drugged me, Warren,” I spit.
“Watch your fucking tongue.” He grabs my cheeks and squeezes my lips. It hurts, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of crying.
“So that’s what last night was? Punishment?” My stomach sinks. I knew it was, but it worries me that he’s finally talking about Conner. He’s obviously past the relieved doting boyfriend stage.
His eyes shutter and roll slightly.
“Warren?”
He’s weak. Still coming down from the drugs in his system. Now would be the perfect time to end this. If I had a knife or gun, I could blow his brains out or gut him like a fish, and I doubt he’d even put up a fight.
But I don’t... and I can’t.
I’m not that person—I’m not a killer.
Although sometimes I wish I was.
Defeat trickles through my veins. This is my life. It could be worse, I guess. After Conner left, and the abuse got bad, I was all alone. I didn’t know how good it could feel to have another person love you, to want to make you happy.
I know now, and Warren can’t ever take that from me.
Conner loves me, and it’s that thought I’ll cling to when things get hard and it seems like there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.
Warren is grumpy all weekend. He slept off his high most of yesterday, and today we’ve mostly been curled up in bed.
But he still hasn’t taken me.
It’s like a game.
Like he wants me totally unaware of when and how it will happen.
It’s unsettling.
I make us all a pot roast. Cooking was always my reprieve before, and I fit right back in at the small cooktop.
If you look past the dingy trailer, Mitch’s unkempt appearance, and Warren’s increasingly deteriorating mood, it almost feels like a regular Sunday dinner.
