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She was predictable. I loved it. We hadn’t had one of our famous sleepovers in years. She beamed back at me, knowing I’d agree. I closed my eyes, leaning onto the armrest of the couch with my head and let out a sigh. Emotional and physical exertion weighed heavily on me. The fact that Lizzie was here, in my space, when he could drop in at any moment, had me on edge.
“Your thoughts are heavy,” she declared.
It was a thin line I walked to balance the parts I hid and those I could show. This girl had always seen too much and knew me too well.
“Always have been,” I deflected.
Lizzie was one of the few people who knew how deep my emotions ran, a well of thoughts and feelings that you could drown yourself in.
We caught up for an hour or so before she called it a night, claiming one of the porters downstairs would drive her back to her dorms in the South Wing, where I should have been housed originally. With hugs goodbye and promises to meet up tomorrow morning to head over to the learning area together, I closed the door, locking it up for the night.
Deciding I needed a shower, I grabbed my phone on the way to the bathroom to browse through those notifications I’d forgotten about earlier. Seeing a few from my little sister with ridiculous GIFs for no reason whatsoever, a carefree laugh escaped me. That sibling of mine was pure goodness.
My thoughts drifted to what to wear tomorrow. The weather was on the cusp of autumn but still had that touch of warmth. I’d probably just chuck on some of my jeans, a top, and flats or Chucks in the morning. Make-up was where my time got eaten. They said the face was your mask and eyes were windows to the soul. So, I gathered my armour daily, painting it with my chosen mask to shutter the windows, making sure everyone was blinded.
Removing my clothes, I bundled them into the laundry basket and placed my phone on the vanity to make my way to the shower. Turning the dials to my preference, I stood under the blissful hot water that sprinkled over my head and body, loosening the tension my body held.
I took the time to shave my legs, underarms, and pussy. It was a preference and one of my only free willed choices. Once, I went for a Hollywood wax down there to take everything off, and fuck my life. I’d known pain, but until your private and sensitive areas meet hot wax, then were ripped out so savagely, zapping you into another dimension. Men got it so easy; hair was a normal occurrence for them.Oh, wow you trim? Round of applause for you.
Scrubbing the shampoo through my hair, I moved onto the conditioner, letting it soak for a few minutes otherwise it’d end up a tangled rat’s nest. Rinsing it out, I stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel on the heated radiator nearby and wrapped the cloud of softness round my body. Grabbing a hair clip, I twisted my hair and clipped it on top of my head. I’d deal with that in a moment.
Moving to the bedroom, I paused, noticing who sat on the end of my bed, making himself right at home. I was surprised, but not.
“I locked the door,” I glanced at him. He grinned in response. That smile hid a thousand wicked thoughts. He did nothing without reason.
It came as no surprise to me he could easily slip in and out of this building, and into my space, as his family funded these particular constructions. He could stroll straight on through and nobody would question him or bat an eyelid, but that wasn’t his style.
The same as when he managed to gain access to my parents’ home, bypassing their attention. It wasn’t hard—my childhood bedroom was far away on the other side of our large mansion with easy access to the garden, and furthermore, the pool house. Where he led me, far away enough for muffled cries not to carry.
“Talk of you is the highlight of my first day back.”
I didn’t know how he wanted me to respond to that, so I just let out a hum of acknowledgement and headed towards the chest of drawers housing my folded-up clothing. I chose a set of baby blue shorts and cami top, and dropped my towel after quickly rubbing myself dry, revealing my body and not bothering to hide from him. He’d seen it all a thousand times before.
I sensed his eyes on me, but I ignored him and took the towel back to the bathroom hanging it up to dry out. I grabbed my hairbrush, returned to the bedroom and stood in front of the wall hung floor-length mirror. I brushed it out to dry naturally for a while before I took the hairdryer to it, most likely when he’d gone.
“Did you need something?” I eventually questioned after minutes of faffing around while he remained silent, but just watched. Always watching. His eyes never missed a goddamn thing.
“No, just appreciating my little angel.”
So, this was a check in, lucky me. I gave him a blank look, trying my best not to give him any emotions if possible, except the ones he coaxed from me.
Tilting my head to the side, I ran my tongue over the back of my teeth. “I know that nothing changes. You don’t have to worry, we established this already,” I placated him yet again.
He’d gotten more paranoid since knowing I’d be coming back here, probably because he knew he’d have to be more careful and we’d be watched. But I shouldn’t be taking the brunt of his paranoia. That was a ‘him’ problem.
I studied him carefully while he got to his feet and stood behind me. His hands moved to my hips, grabbing painfully tight so that he would leave fingertip bruises that lingered into tomorrow. My skin bruised easily, something he enjoyed too much.
I caught his gaze in the mirror, “You’re lucky I’ve got somewhere to be tonight.” He removed his hands and body from mine. I held my breath. He left the room and just as quickly he returned but with my phone, which I’d left on the vanity earlier, slapping it into my hand with force. “Respond when I text. No excuses.” He left, slamming the front door as he went.
Half an hour later, I’d finally dried my hair.Never go to bed with wet hair, you’ll get a cold, the old wives’ tales always made me laugh. My nana used to say it when she was still alive; I smiled to myself at the thought of her. Turning the main lights off in the living area, I grabbed an extra water bottle for the night. I crashed into bed and put it on the side table, setting my alarm for the morning.
My eyelids grew heavy, but my thoughts were heavier.
* * *
My first day at university was off to a brilliant start... not. Clearly, I had the world’s comfiest bed, meaning I overslept and snoozed my alarm a few times, only waking up when the insistent knocking on my front door and my phone bellowed at the same time. Thank God I had an incredible best friend who also doubled as a backup alarm.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I yelled over my shoulder, hurtling away from her after opening the door to let her in. Hurrying towards my wardrobe and grabbing the first top I saw hanging up, I moved sideways to my chest of drawers, grabbing panties, bra, and some skinny jeans. Hearing her laughter in the living area, I marched towards there holding my clean clothes, silently fuming at being laughed at.
