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RHYS: CHAPTER IX
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“You coming with us tonight? There’s another party, but this one is more of like an initiation into our group,” one of the Slade brothers asks me. I think it’s Atlas. I can’t really tell him and River apart from their golden brown-blonde hair and cat-like green eyes.
I’ve gotten to know him and River and Gray Cotheran pretty well over the past two weeks because they’re the only ones who don’t care about being perfectionist bastards. The rest are a bunch of pretentious arseholes from rich families in and around Columbus, with flawless lives and girlfriends and boyfriends. Their reality is going Pro at some point and leaving this cursed hellscape of a town.
I’m back and my only purpose is destroying whatever is left of Pike and Daniel’s world. My life is already fucked, so I don’t care about what happens to me after everything is done.
And if I had to live through the pain then I want Pike to feel it too. I want her to feel the desperation I felt. She’s been living in that mansion like a princess and even though she couldn’t do anything to help our circumstances, some twisted part of my brain hates the idea of her having it easy. Her father ruined us, ruined our lives and she’ll pay for his sins too.
She doesn’t know what pain is.
She doesn’t know loss like I do.
But I’m going to bring her to her knees and hurt her in every single fucking way. I’ll teach her a lesson.
I remember the way she felt that night. She was wet and tight when I dipped my fingers inside her cunt. But then she clamped up and I watched her tremble beneath me until she was completely shaking and it wasn’t from me making her come. It was from fear.
And if there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that my sister will never cower away from me. I was her keeper for years.I was her knight. She knows that I can hurt her, but she’ll still never be frightened of me.
Last night, Pike was afraid and I need to find out why. The look in her eyes spoke of silent terror.
What was she so afraid of that it prevented her from climaxing?
“Whitlock, are you coming tonight?” Gray asks this time as he tosses his white shirt on.
“I’ll be there,” I say.
“You have Latin later on, yeah?”
I nod, not feeling in the mood to talk.
“You’ll get an invitation in Latin. You’re already invited, but the invitation is just to keep everyone in line. It’ll be in Anaximander House. There’s a secret library there underground,” Atlas says and then they leave me alone in the locker room.
As I’m buttoning my shirt up, I’m suddenly hit with that image again. It’s the same one that’s been haunting me for the past two weeks, nearly driving me to the verge of madness.
My mother and I were staying in Hemlock Hollows which is the sister town of Columbus. But unlike Columbus, Hemlock is a complete shithole. There’s no pretence there. It’s rampant with crime and the fact that I got out of there alive is a surprise on its own.
The image haunting me is of my mother. She was cold when I found her. Cold and soaking wet with both of her slender wrists slit open. The police department said that she had been dead for a day.
My stomach twists with pain and I feel the nausea climb its way up my throat. I remember the stench when I found her lying in all that piss and shit in that dark alley. I reach into my pants pocket and take out the note. It’s her suicide note and it’s stained a dark, reddish-brown at the corner. Her blood blurs out some of her words, but I can still make out what it says. She possibly penned it before slashing her wrists and then wandering out into the storm that night.
I can’t do this any more,the note reads.Everything is over my darling. I’ve lived far too long with this pain. Not even the drugs can help me forget everything I’ve lost any more. I’m sorry. I was never going to be good enough.
I stuff the note back into my pocket and press my palms against the ash-blue locker. Pain rushes straight to my temple and I have to clench my fists and jaw to keep myself calm. I don’t have anyone any more. That’s why I loathe Pike, she still has everything. She has a father, I don’t even know mine. She’s living in luxury and she’s not hurting like I do and it’s fucking driving me insane that she’s not. She knew our mother was dead and she never reached out, she never cared enough.
I slam my fist against the metal frame and then turn to leave the hockey locker room.
She was gone before me this morning and I haven’t seen her in hours. The memory of her sweet, metallic blood on my tongue makes my cock twitch in my pants.
St. Charles is a big University, with four different buildings: Anaximander, Plato, Thales and Aristotle.
It has its very own church here too, but it was closed down after a bloody massacre took place in 1798. If I have to guess where my sister is right now, I’d say she’s busy hiding in some dark corner of a music room.
She’s always loved music. She was obsessed with it. We would both take music lessons together when we were younger. She was an amazing pianist from what I can remember, and I always took pleasure in playing the violin.
