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She does it out of habit. Sometimes I love that she does it, but other times it makes me angry that she has to because it means she lives in fear every night. In and out of the closet. It is also why she spends most of her time in her room. I sit outside her window at times to watch her. She doesn’t know I watch her, but I do. I know her habits, like the one where she doesn’t come out of the bathroom unless she has clothes on so I don’t get to see her dress.
I am not sure if she knows that it is pointless to lock her door when the real monster gets in her room no matter what. I will be anyone’s fucking nightmare if they touch her. It’s a shame she doesn’t know it yet, but she will.
I hear her drop the fucking bear in the corner of her room that I want to douse in gasoline and light on fire. I’ll deal with that later. I’m patiently waiting in the corner of the dark closet while she freshens up in the bathroom, which serves my purpose for this visit nicely. I love it when she takes a shower, and I can smell her clean scent when I carry her to the bed from the closet.
When she walks out of the bathroom, I hear her bare feet on the wood padding her way to the bed, the rustling of the comforter when she pulls it off and drags it toward the closet. I sit and wait in the corner holding my breath. One. Two. Three.
Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
Rubi
MY THOUGHTS WEREon Ky the whole time, while from a distance, his eyes were burning holes in my back. He watched Chris play the game and try to hit the beer bottles, and all I could hear was the sound of the glass breaking. Every throw he landed caused a feeling to stir in the pit of my stomach, like my insides were cracking and splintering inside because the wrong guy was playing the game beside me. The wrong person was attempting to win the bear I wanted.
I know it was messed up to think that way, but I did, I wanted Chris to lose. It was my idea to get away from the hurt Ky inflicted, but I didn’t want him to win and I know that must make me a bad person. A fucked-up person, because in that moment, I was no better than Ky. I could tell Chris was nervous. Ky made his appearance, and he didn’t shy away from the fact that he was watching us. He was talking to Amber and Tyler, and in that moment, I wish I was a bug so I could fly over and hear what was being said. It was hard planting the fake smile on my face when he finally broke the last bottle, loudly declaring that he won.
I was also glad he decided to take me home first, and that he didn’t attempt to kiss me because now that Ky was not there, I would have stopped him if he tried. I pull the knob to slide the closet open, and when I bend down to make my bed on the closet floor, I jump back when Hope rushes out. The scream is lodged in my throat because a large hand clamps over my mouth for the second time tonight. My eyes go wide and my nostrils flare to fill my lungs with oxygen. My heart rams in my throat when a hard body is on top of mine, taking me to the wood floor. A large hand is placed on the back of my head to make sure it doesn’t hit the floor. When my eyes focus, I know who it is before my mind can make a connection. I can smell his clean scent and the heat of his body over mine.
“Shh. It’s me, but I think you already knew that,” he whispers near my ear. His nose rakes along my skin toward my neck. His mouth kisses the spot where he bit me, traitorous tingles erupt along my neck, straight to the nipples under my thin white t-shirt poking through. His gaze travels down to where they are betraying me, telling him that they want him. That what he does affects me, and I like it.
I should thrash and scream, but there is no use. He is strong, and I don’t know if he will hurt me by the time someone comes through the door, but then I remember that he could have hurt me a long time ago. He just likes to mess with me, and I as stupid as it may sound, I miss him in my room. For some strange reason, I feel safe when he is in here with me.
“Let go of me,” I mutter under his hand.
I try to lift my hips to get him off of me, but I realize that was a mistake because Ky is between my legs, and his cock is hard through his jeans that are rubbing over my boy shorts right at the apex of my thighs.
“I suggest you stop lifting those pretty hips, or tonight will end a lot differently than I had planned. I’m going to remove my hand.”
I nod. My body relaxes and I feel the pressure over my mouth dissipate. He removes his hand, but his other hand is on the back of my neck. “Get off me,” I whisper.
His left arm frames my face, but he keeps his other hand behind my neck, making my neck arch so I can meet his eyes. His expression is soft, and his thumb caresses the area where my pulse is throbbing with every beat of my heart. Frantic.
“You looked beautiful tonight, Rubi. You always did.”
My chest is rising and falling with each breath I take. His gaze is doing it again, sucking me into a different world. A different dimension where it is just us and nothing else matters. Our own little bubble.
“Why are you here? What do you want?”
“To make you pay for defying me, Rubi.”
My breath hitches in my throat. Fear and anticipation mixing together inside my veins. He wants to make me pay, but then he is calling me beautiful. I must have a confused look over my face because he pushes himself up.
“Come on,” he says, helping me up by taking my hand so I can stand. “I’m taking you out.”
I can’t go out anywhere, I’m on probation, remember? Curfew?”
“It’s not curfew yet, and they don’t check on you after you get home.”
How does he know that? And I can’t believe I’m debating this with him. My answer should be no because Ky is obviously trouble.
“How do you know that?”
He walks over to the window and pulls it up, throwing me the pair of jeans I was wearing earlier, and my bra. I catch it and glare at him when he doesn’t turn around. He leans on the window, waiting.
I’m not going to lie and say I’m not excited, because I am. He wants to take me somewhere, even if it’s to a cemetery where he can bury me and no one be any the wiser. I’m intrigued because I have not been out alone with Ky since we were kids. The first day of school doesn’t count because I jumped out of his car after ten minutes of bickering. This time, I’ll make sure he brings me back. Hopefully.
After a few minutes of contemplation in my head. He is still leaning on the windowsill, challenging me with his stare. My eyes narrow because he knows how I feel about my scars on my back. I know he doesn’t care that they are on my skin. The fact that I’m attracted to him doesn’t help if I turn around, he will see my ugly scars versus my perky breasts already hard and waiting to be free from the confines of my t-shirt.
I hesitate when my fingers find the hem of my shirt. Our eyes are locked. He slowly blinks, and his bottom lips snags between his teeth, making him look sexy. I blink back, and his next words are like reassuring caresses over my skin.
