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This can’t be happening. Why are they doing this? I wrestle with the memory of who I thought they were and who they’re showing me they genuinely are.
“No,” I yell, standing from my chair. “You’re lying. All of you are lying. There’s no way you all pretended that well. I would’ve known.”
“The only thing you know is how to be a dirty ho,” Wes utters. “Now sit back and let us show you how we love our woman.”
Samantha walks into the room naked and climbs on the table.
My hand shoots out, grabbing Lev’s arm, hoping he’ll see reason. “Please don’t do this—don’t destroy what we have together.”
“There’s nothing to destroy—you meant nothing to us,” Lev scolds, yanking from my hold.
I watch in horror as they undress, and Sebastian positions himself at Samantha’s entrance before slamming home. With each thrust of his hips, a part of me dies inside.
A sharp stabbing pain shoots across my stomach, and I cry out, but no one helps me. They’re all too busy fucking her. Wyatt pumps his pierced cock in and out of her mouth just as a crippling cramp slams into my side, knocking the breath from my lungs. Samantha’s moans of pleasure drown out my groans of dismay as I hit the ground.
Something’s wrong. I’m not supposed to feel like this. Another blinding cramp shoots across my midsection, and I feel a trickle of fluid between my legs.
“No. . . no. . . nooo. This can’t be happening. It’s too soon,” I mumble to myself.
I brace myself against the wall as I lower my hand between my legs.
“Fuck me harder,” Samantha shrieks.
Lifting my hand, I see the red. “Help me, please. Something’s wrong. Please. I don’t want to lose my babies.”
Owen takes his place between Samantha’s legs, pistoning his hips. His cold stare meets mine. “They’re better off dead.”
Samantha’s smug grin is the last thing I see before my vision blinks out.
I catapult up into the sitting position in my bed. My hands instinctively land on my stomach, feeling around as my heart races a hundred miles per second.
You’re okay. It was just a dream.
My door bursts open, and my light flicks on. “Ariah,” Shay shouts. “Is everything okay?”
Tears run down my face. I can’t seem to find my voice to tell her no, but somehow she knows. Shay crosses the room and climbs in bed next to me, wrapping me into her arms.
“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. Let it all out,” she murmurs into my hair.
I try to speak, but nothing comes out between my staccato breaths but soft whimpers.
“Shhh. Don’t try to speak. Let it all out first. I’m not going anywhere. Once you’ve calmed down, then you can tell me what’s going on.”
And for the next hour, I cry. No words are said. Shay holds me to her chest, and I soak her sleep shirt with my tears.
I’m unsure when I dozed off, but the morning light beams through my window as birds chirp the next time my eyes open, and I’m still wrapped in my best friend’s arms.
“Light is the devil,” I croak from dried lips.
Humming her agreement, Shay hands me a bottle of water, and I gladly quench my thirst, soothing my extremely sore throat.
Once I’m sufficiently hydrated, Shay speaks, “Are you ready to tell me what happened?”
The irrational part of me fears that if I utter a word of my nightmare, it will become my reality, but I kick that bitch in the head. Now that I’m up, that ho can take a seat.
“It was some fuck shit of a nightmare,” I grumble before recounting everything from last night. “I think it’s just my subconscious trying to process seeing Owen getting Sam off last night,” I confess.
“Are you sure that’s what he was doing?” Shay questions. Her brows furrow in confusion.
