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"It's a good thing I do, or I would be collecting your ass out of jail naked." I laugh as I continue walking. I turn back when I notice Gabe’s no longer beside me. Instead, he's drilling holes into the back of my head with the hateful look he’s giving me. It’s clear to see that whatever playful energy we had is gone, and he’s back to wanting to murder me. It's then that my brain connects, and I register what I just said. "Wait, I didn't actually mean it," I say, trying to undo it, but it's too late. His whole demeanor has changed. Gabe's carefree grin has disappeared and been replaced by his signature scowl.
"Whatever, I should have known you were just a slut. Go show that shit to my BROTHER," Gabe snarls viciously.
Who is he to call me a slut? He doesn't even know me. Plus, how can I be a slut when I've never even slept with anyone? Hell, his brother’s the only boy I've ever even kissed. I'm fuming. Had I said the exact same comment to Nate, Danny, Tucker, or the girls, they would have just laughed. Heck, Tucker would have probably made some joke about not wanting to add nightmares to his already bad night. And Ava would have teased him back by saying it would be her dream come true, just to mess with him. But no, this guy decides to call me a slut. Who the fuck does he think he is?
"Fuck you," I snap, swinging my arm back to slap him in the face.
Gabe catches my hand just before it connects with his cheek. "That was the first and last time you ever get to try and touch me," he hisses.
"What's your fucking problem, Gabe?! We were just having fun and then you completely switched. Why?" I demand, trying to pull my hand out of his, but it’s no use, he’s too strong..
"I have enough girls to have fun with, I don't need you," he states coldly, letting go of my hand with such force that I fall backwards onto my ass. "If you tell anyone about this, I'll tell my brother you tried to fuck me, you whore," Gabe threatens, standing over me in a scary, imposing manner.
"I'm not a slut! I didn't even mean anything by it. I was just joking around as friends," I blurt out in absolute shock. I shuffle backwards to try and get away from him as for the first time ever, I actually feel like I’m in danger with him, and there’s no one coming to save me.
"We're not friends!" Gabe shouts before running off, leaving me frustrated, still sitting on my butt on the cold, hard ground.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
GABE
"We're not friends!" I shout, before sprinting off.
I hide behind a tree and watch as Izzy just sits there on the ground in shock. I contemplate going back, but the boner in my pants tells me it's probably best not to, so I just stand there and watch. I wait until I see her get up from the floor and head toward Tucker's house. I follow behind at a distance until I see she's safely on his property because I know Nate would never forgive me if anything happened to her. Once I know she's safe, I rush off in the opposite direction, feeling slightly guilty about what I said to her, or more to the point, the way I scared her by shouting. Not that I should care what the slut felt, but she looked genuinely terrified of me. Which is hard to believe, given the jokes and banter we've been having.
Who would have thought little miss prim and proper had a potty mouth and sense of humor under all that peppiness? So much that I almost forgot who she was and how much I hated her until the remark about her coming to see me naked. That’s when I realized she is just a dirty slut like most girls, only pretending to get what they want. The worst part is, she’s supposed to be Nate’s girl.
He loves her, and she'd throw it all away just to flirt with someone else. To tell her friends she got with a bad boy, perhaps. Who knows with these women? They all seem to want the clout of saying they had a wild night of fun.
The difference is that she couldn't handle the dark and depraved things I would do to a sweet girl like her if I had the chance. I can't say I've ever thought of her that way before, but watching her walk away made me realize how sexy she could be, even in those ugly, pink, puppy pajamas.
She has a great little body with a curvy waist and hips, big boobs and hair that would look great wrapped around my fist as I force her to swallow my cock. I realize my hand is in my pants, and I'm standing in the middle of the park. Stroking my dick at the thought of my brother's girl. I immediately stop and am shocked and disgusted with myself for yet another inappropriate boner that leaves me feeling ashamed.
I still remember the first time my father caught me. He had brought home a girl from the pub. I recognized her as the big sister of a girl I went to school with. She must have only been in her late teens, closer to my age than my father's. The sort of girl every guy at school secretly fantasizes about kissing. I had only gone out to get a drink, not even realizing he had company, and saw him balls deep in her on the sofa. But he heard me and called me in.
When I realized what was going on, I tried to leave, feeling embarrassed, but he pulled me to him and made me sit in the chair and watch. He told me that he was going to make a man out of me. I had never been so confused in my life, but also so fascinated. After that, he'd occasionally take me topartieswhere he'd drop me off in a room with dodgy looking men and women, while he got drunk and high. Sometimes they ignored me and pretended I wasn't there; other times the sick bastards seemed to enjoy fucking, with me watching.
The day he mentioned bringing Nate along with us was one of the worst days of my life. Fortunately, I was able to persuade him to leave Nate at home, telling him that I wanted it to be just us. He agreed, but only if I promised to let some of the dirty bastards touch me too. I remember being horrified at the prospect and wondered how I was ever going to get out of it, but I knew I'd do anything to protect Nathaniel. Even if that meant complying with my father's wishes to prevent Nate from taking my place.
I knew that was a small price to pay to save him from that fate. I was already half dead inside, having resigned myself to the awful life we had, but Nate was still full of love and light. Still believing that if he wished hard enough and was good enough, Daddy would love him back. Fortunately, it never went beyond the occasional comment by a couple of women about how they'd show me a good time one day. As a young kid, that kind of shit still fucks you up, though. That's the reason why, even now, I refuse to let women touch me during sex. I take what I need from them and go.
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ISABELLA
I dust myself off and run down the street to Tucker’s. Luckily, it takes less than five minutes to get there, but it's still kind of eerie. I can hear the wind howling and the clanging of the metal lids of the trash cans that sit next to the sidewalk. As I get closer, I almost jump when I see what, I think, is the shadow of a person behind me. I spin around, hoping to see Gabe and not a stranger, but instead I realize the shadow is coming from a statue someone has in their front yard with the moon shining on it. I start to get angry with myself.I can't believe how stupid I was to leave in the middle of the night without telling anyone where I was going, and how ridiculous it was of me to trust Gabe and follow him. Why didn't I just call an Uber like I planned to?But most of all, I can't believe that after everything I did to help him, Gabe just left me like that, all alone in the dark. Anything could have happened. Not like he cares, anyway.I sneak through the gate into the house, praying that Nate hasn't woken up yet and has gone searching for me. I look at the clock and it's 5:15 a.m. I've only been gone a few hours, thank god. I sneak into the bathroom and see Nate still asleep in the tub, but Harper is already back in bed.
"Nate, Nate, Nathaniel, wake up, baby," I encourage, shaking him.
"What? Where?" Nate exclaims, shooting up, almost headbutting me accidentally.
"Shh, it's just me. You fell asleep watching Harper. Come to bed with me."
"Okay," Nate mumbles, groggily climbing out of the tub. "Let me just go and check on Harper. I'll join you in bed in a sec."
I quickly take off my shoes and coat and grab a glass of water before heading back to bed. Nate has already laid down, so I climb in and snuggle closer to him, resting my head on his chest.
"Wow, you're freezing, babe." Nate gasps as my hands rest on his bare chest.
