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A bright, hot fire whooshes to life right before our eyes. Heat hits our faces as the car is devoured by the ravenous flame eating away at the metal we destroyed.
“Holy shit!” I gasp, sinking back into Arrow while shielding my eyes.
Freedom and liberation soar through me. Nothing can touch me now. I finally took my life back into my hands. For once in my life I've done something to a man who took a piece of me.
“Show time,” Jericho says over the road of the fire consuming the car. My eyes flash to him, and he smirks.
“What the absolute fuck!” Leighton shouts, staggering toward his car.
“Here's the keys,” Jericho chuckles, tossing the keys toward Leighton, but they fall to the pavement.
“Don't think you'll really need them anymore, Bro. Journey really did a number on it.” Arrow grins, holding me hostage in his grip.
“You,” Leighton growls, turning to stare at me with a snarl. “You fucking…” He shakes his head, watching his car turn into nothing but a fiery hunk of melted metal. “You… lit it on fire! My father is going to lock you away and…”
“Tsk. Tsk,” Jericho says, shaking his head. “He’d love to know what you’ve been up to, wouldn’t he? How’s your promise going?” Promise? What promise?
Leighton fucking pales. “I could say the same for you assholes.”
“My dick has never been wet. How about yours?” Arrow quips, squeezing me again. “My mouth, on the other hand…” he trails off with a vibrating chuckle, spearing right into my back. My cheeks heat at his implication, and my eyes dart to Leighton. Fuck. I can’t take my eyes off him as anger roars through his system.
Sirens ring in the background, traveling somewhere fast and close. My heart rate kicks up. My eyes widen when the red and blue lights pull up down the drive. The sound of a heavy engine braking echoes off the mansion. Several people stumble down the large stairs, coming to see the spectacle in the driveway.
I swallow hard at the sight of the officers marching up the drive with concern etching into their features.
Leighton’s nostrils flare. “Well, it’s too goddamn late. It was her!” he shouts when two policemen walk up the long driveway, accompanied by firemen dragging a hose. “She did it! I saw her!”
“What the fuck,” I grunt, trying to get out of Arrow’s hold, but he doesn’t let me go. “Let me go!” I turn to look at him, and he grins, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
“No can do, Kitten.”
Jericho saunters in front of me. “You’re a big girl, right? You can take care of this situation yourself. I don’t dictate your life, right?” He gestures to the two cops, leaning over Leighton’s phone as a video plays.
My heart completely drops. My fingers tremble. No. No. God no. This can’t be happening. I can’t be the only one to get blamed for this.
“See, she fucking did it. She tore my car up and lit it on fire. I have it all right here,” he says with a sinister grin.
The two police officers turn to me with their hands on their hips.
“Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to turn around and place your hands behind your back. You’re under arrest for destruction of property.”
My heart pounds against my ribs, echoing in my ears, when Arrow forcefully turns me around, and the cold shackles wrap around my wrists until I’m hauled backwards out of his grip.
He grins at me, giving me a little wave. “Have fun in the slammer, Kitten!”
I’m so fucking fucked. Beyond fucked.
My monster will most definitely hear about it. There’s no way he won’t. He knows it all. Hell, the cops are in his fucking pocket. And when he does, he’s going to lock me away in his own fucking prison where I won’t see the sunshine for months at a time.
Just like before when he took me for my crime.
"The art of being invisible begins now," my monster's voice rings out through the dark room as the lights above flicker on. "Good morning, my caged little snake." His manic grin darkens the room as I blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the light infiltrating through my eyelids.
I swallow hard when he stands before my prison in his ever-impressive suit. Always looking immaculate when he stands outside the bars of my home, staring at me with deep interest resting in his evil blue eyes.
No soul resides behind them. Nothing. No life. He’s the devil in disguise, holding me captive for my crimes.
Four months, Sixty-two hours, twelve minutes, and fifty-four seconds. That's how long my hell has been going on. Believe me, I've watched the glow in the dark clock on the wall tick away. When it will end, I have no clue. Hopefully soon. I don’t know how long I can cling to the rest of my humanity he hasn’t chipped away. I want to go back home and go to school. Surely someone has noticed I've been absent?
