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“You used to dress like that all the time.” He makes it sound like he’s doing me a favor to dress me as his doll.
“Yeah, when I was eighteen,” I grumble, shifting again as I press the skirt between my thighs. I feel so naked with fishnets.
Slapping my hand away, he lifts the skirt to my hips.
“Elliot! Are you done, you fucking perv?”
He wraps his huge hand around my upper thigh and smiles. “Now I’m done.”
I narrow my eyes at him, pretending I hate his gesture when I love the reassurance of his skin against mine.
I’m so fucked it’s ridiculous at this point.
“You’re so annoying,” I huff, turning to the window. He brushes my outer thigh with his thumb, and I have to bite my lower lip not to smile.
“You’re trembling,” he notices.
“From all that hate I have toward you.”
“Sure, my love.” He pauses, turning right at an intersection.
“That’s not the way to the garage.”
“I know.”
I look back at him. “Where are we going?”
“I’m trying to do something nice, and if you can’t trust me on that, I might change my mind.”
I cross my arms over my chest, huffing as I look out of the window again.
“Fucking brat,” he says under his breath.
I don’t realize where we’re going until we’re parking.
“The cemetery? Cute date idea.” I don’t think he likes my condescending tone, judging by his scowl.
“Five minutes. No more. No less. You have work to do. Clear?”
I feel my brow furrow. “What are you talking about?”
I follow him out of the truck, not liking the way he ignored my question. We walk along a few graves, and I stand next to him when he stops in front of a headstone.
For a full second, my heart stops.
“Oh.”
I read the name on the grave over and over again.
Manishita Alva
“That’s my mom.” Those are the only words that leave me.
I stopped going to my dad’s grave years ago. It came to a point where the questions would never leave me, and there was no point asking him anymore. He took his own life, and I had to keep on living, knowing there’s nothing I did to help him.
But my mom…
It was easier to deny she was gone when I didn’t know her resting place. Right now, this all feels too real.
