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My eyes widen and my lips part in shock. “W-what?” I squeak. “That’s too fucking dramatic, even for you.”
He chuckles darkly. “You think I’m joking, Princess? I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
My gaze flicks between him and the door. I know trusting him would be beyond stupid. But there’s something in his voice I can’t ignore, something that makes me think he’s being real with me for the first time.
It’s too late, though. The shit he’s done to me is the stuff nightmares are made of. He took advantage of me while I was drunk, and left me naked and alone in the garden. He’s taken stuff from me he isn’t even aware of, and a part of me wants to tell him just to see his reaction. Because that’ll tell me how sincere he’s being.
Lifting my chin, I meet his dark gaze. “You were the first guy I ever sucked off,” I inform him. “The first time, you coerced me while I was drunk. The last time you forced me by gunpoint.”
My ego purrs like a fucking kitten when his brows shoot up to his forehead, and he opens and closes his mouth before swallowing harshly. My eyes trail his Adam’s apple as it bobs in his throat.
“What?” he asks, sounding aghast. A myriad of expressions cross his face as he takes two steps back and his arms fall to his sides. “But you’ve had sex before?” He growls the last part, as though he isn’t happy about that.
Well, tough shit. Right now, I couldn’t be happier that I lost my virginity at one of Cassie’s parties. I think I’d die if I’d given it to Grayson, or if… I swallow… if he’d taken it from me.
“So?” I sniff. “Just because I let someone stick their dick in me doesn’t mean I wanted to lower myself to do that.”
Silence stretches around us like a blanket, but with the crushing weight of a mountain. I keep watching Grayson, and there’s no denying I love the way his face morphs into a mask of horror. I fucking hope he’s realizing how deep the shit he’s done to me runs.
When he takes a step toward me and reaches his hand out, I jump to the side and out of his reach.
“Don’t touch me,” I hiss while baring my teeth.
As his arm falls limply to his side, a look of pain flashes across his face. I bite down on my bottom lip, once again looking between him and the door. If he meant what he said, I’m only mere steps from my freedom.
I could go to the bank, withdraw everything in my account, and give it to him. It would be easy to return home, pack a bag and leave. With the monthly allowance from the lawyer’s office, I could easily live on that until I go to Harvard.
“Will you be okay?” I ask as my eyes land on the bullet wound that’s still bleeding.
“If you leave, I won’t be okay,” he simply says.
For some reason, my anger returns and I push against his chest, ignoring the blood seeping from his shoulder.
“You don’t get to say things like that, Grayson. For months, you’ve treated me like shit. Like I’m beneath you. You’ve dictated my life, punished me, refused to give me answers, and belittled me. You’ve treated me as nothing more than a disposable pussy for your enjoyment.”
Ignoring the flare of pain from my raw throat, I pant. My anger is so palpable I can taste it on my tongue. Iron, that’s the taste assaulting me.
“Those are just the things that come to mind. In reality, there’s so much more I haven’t even begun to unravel. So what the fuck makes you think you can say shit like that now?”
By the end of my very long tirade, I’m breathless.
He sighs. “You’re right. I’ve done all that and so much more. I deserve your anger.”
“Damn right you do,” I mutter, feeling self-righteous.
I shot him.
I fucking shot him point blank.
Try as I might, I can’t fathom how he can stand straight. Let alone how he’s able to talk to me without writhing in pain. I’ve never been shot, so it’s not like I know what the pain is like. But there has to be some, right?
That I didn’t mean to shoot him is a sorrowful excuse, as well as a lie. My stomach churns as I admit to myself that I wanted to hurt him. Not necessarily shoot him, but… fuck, I don’t know. My thoughts are a rambling mess that I don’t care to sort through. The facts remain the same no matter how I look at it.
I shot him.
Grayson
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