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I yelp when he pushes it in, slowly at first, but faster the farther he gets in. My nails dig into the pool table, tears staining my eyes, but I force them to stay at bay.
I’m not crying for this fucker.
I know he loves my tears.
“Such a good fucking slut for me,” he murmurs as he plops it in until the base. Then he slaps my ass, and it reverberates everywhere. God, that thing enhances everything.
“You like to humiliate me, don’t you?” I retort as I lie here on this pool table with his hands still claiming my body like he owns it.
“No,” he says as he pulls me up from the table and props me up against it, eyes boring into mine. “I live for it.”
“Why? Why do you hate me so fucking much?” I growl.
“Hate?” His eyes narrow as he leans in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “No, Pen, this is possession.” He presses himself up against me, growing hard against my dress while his hands are all over my ass. “You like being told what to do, don’t you? You’re just like your sister.”
My eyes widen and flicker with interest. “Why are you pulling her into this? It almost sounds like you know more about her than you’re letting on.”
“She was a friend,” he says.
Did she involve herself in these fuckers’ business?
If she was truly their friend, she must’ve known how fucked up they were, right?
“My sister would never—”
“Maybe you didn’t know your sister as well as you believe,” he says, and he pulls away again.
But I can still feel his handprint on my ass.
“Now play.”
My nostrils flare, anger bubbling to the surface.
Not just because I know he’s fucking hiding something from me about my sister.
But also because of how lusty he just made me feel.
I lift my panties back up and pat down my dress, then turn around to grab the cue and focus on the game.
He wants me to play? I’ll play.
I put the cue near the balls. “If she was such a good friend, why did you let her die? You were there too. You did nothing to stop her from jumping.”
Right when I shoot, he says, “Neither did you.”
I miss again.
“I saw you at the edge, standing there while her body flew down.” Enraged, I turn around, but he’s right there in front of me, blocking the way out. “You suspected us. But has it ever occurred to you we might suspect you?”
PENELOPE
I gasp. “What?”
He grabs a few strands of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. “You think you’re innocent? Prove it.”
I can’t believe he’s even suggesting this. “She was my fucking sister,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Who says you didn’t push her to jump?”
He stares directly into my eyes, and it terrifies the living shit out of me. Not because I’m afraid of him but of the words he just said … and how much they resonate in my blackened soul.
It feels as though tar creeps up my body, pulling my feet through the ground while consuming me from the inside out.
Because who says I’m not guilty?
Guilty of all the things I accused these boys of?
Felix leans in to whisper, “Remember what you told her? What you promised you would do together?”
I can’t breathe.
How does he know?
I can’t even think straight until the tear that formed in the corner of my eye finally rolls down.
“Die.”
Last year
“You’re going off to that university without me,” I say to my sister, who sits on her bed with her books all in front of her like she’s admiring what’s to come. “Then I’ll be all alone.”
“I’m not dead,” she says with a grin, and she opens her arms. “C’mere.”
I jump on the bed and hug her so tight we both fall down onto her pillow.
“God, I’m gonna fucking miss you,” I say.
“I’ll miss you too, lil Peepee,” she says.
My jaw drops, and I snatch her pillow from underneath her and smother her with it. “You did not just call me that.” She keeps laughing, so I press harder. “You haven’t called me that in ages!”
“You deserve it for being a pouty little bitch,” she says.
I take the pillow off and say, “What, you want me to be happy you’re leaving?”
“Yes!” she exclaims. “You’ll have this whole place to yourself!”
I snort. “Dad’s got the whole place wired up, and there are cameras everywhere. I can’t ever do anything without him finding out.”
“I’m talking figuratively.” She rolls her eyes. “You can have my room if you want.”
I put the pillow away. “What? Really?”
She holds out her pinky. “Swear on my life.”
“So you’re really not planning on coming back?”
“Nope. I wanna get my own house after I’m done with university. So I promise, it’s all yours.”
I take her pinky, and we swear on it. “I’ll still fucking miss you, of course.”
