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Her entire body trembles as I wait for her answer.
Long painful seconds pass where I start to believe that the only answer can possibly be no before she finally nods.
“Is that why you’re really here?” I ask, remembering the demand I made while we were in that shed.
“Next time you feel the need to hurt yourself. I want you to call me. I don’t care what time it is. Where you are. I want to be the one to give you the release you crave.”
“Do you need me?” I ask, my head spinning with the possibility that she does.
Need me, Red.
I beg you, fucking need me.
27
ABIGAIL
“Do you need me?”
Elliot’s words circle my mind, blood roaring between my ears as the room closes in around us.
Such a loaded question that I refuse to answer.
My eyelids flutter closed but Elliot’s fingers wrap around my throat and make them fly open again, fear sliding down my spine.
“Look at me, Red,” he demands. “Do. You. Need. Me?”
His thumb brushes over my thigh, right where my healing cuts are, and I can’t fight the shiver that rips through me.
It’s so wrong.
Depraved and disgusting.
I shouldn’t feel so… so turned on by the way Elliot manhandles me. But there’s something so freeing in handing myself over to him. Letting him give me what I need.
Even if he’ll never cross that line and give me what I really want.
No.
I won’t allow my emotions to get the better of me, not here. Not while he’s staring at me with such heavy expectation.
He wants me to succumb. A realisation that only fuels the fire raging inside me. That deep dark part of me he’s unlocked.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes so dark he looks soulless.
And it occurs to me, maybe he is.
Maybe Elliot Eaton is exactly the boy the halls of All Hallows’ whisper about.
But I don’t believe it, I can’t. Because no matter how much this version of him terrifies me, no matter how much it hurts to remember, I’ve seen his softer side. The side dead set on protecting me, on giving me a safe space to step out of my comfort zone.
Now he’s pushing me in entirely new ways and as much as I want to stop, I’m not sure I can.
Or even want to.
“I… yes.” I nod because despite part of me wanting to get up and run, another deeper part of me wants what he’s offering.
Elliot moves away and goes to his chest of drawers, pulling open the bottom drawer. When he comes back over to the bed, I begin to tremble.
