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“You fucking better.” His hand smacked my stinging ass, and a groan ruptured from my mouth as another orgasm started to peak, and suddenly Abel’s hot cum pulsed inside my pussy, launching me into my second orgasm. Abel didn’t stay inside, though. He pulled out and let the rest of his cum paint along my ass cheeks like hot lava as it stung, then soothed my worked-over ass.
All my breath pulled from my body as I tried to ground myself, but my body was spent as I stayed lying on the couch, unable to move. The loud sound of his zipper closing had me turning my head enough to gaze at Abel. His jaw clamped shut, and I watched as he ground on his teeth.
“Chan, don’t ever keep anything from me again,” Abel growled and stormed off, grabbing the still-running vibrator and slamming my door shut behind him.
Startled at the abruptness from such passionate and fantastic sex to him irate still and leaving, it had me frozen in place with my Jackie-O costume on but skirt up over my ass and his cum drying on my burning ass cheeks. I didn’t like the idea of having to sit anytime soon.
Slowly, I stood and lowered my skirt, and I sighed. It’d have to be dry-cleaned because Abel’s cum painted the material. Standing awkwardly from the stinging in my cheeks, I wiped beneath my eyes. I had to be a mess, and no hard fuck suddenly pieced me together.
The door opened, and I quickly ran my hand along my shirt, making sure I covered all my lady bits. Ella walked in with a bag in her hand. It appeared she planned to stay another night here, which, generally, I’d have been okay with, but right now, I wanted to be alone.
“Oh my, Chan, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Ella frowned, quickly shut the door, and moved in closer.
The tears wanted to spring again, and I wanted to talk about everything, but I couldn’t tell anybody the truth. Abel was the only person I could talk to, and he ran out of there.
Everything had become too much, and now became the perfect time to get one thing straightened out. I needed to know if Ella was a friend or not because the tiptoeing my way around her any more had to stop. I let all my aggression, fear, and annoyance get the better of me and bit Ella’s head off by snapping. “What’s wrong? Seriously, Ella. Do you care? I mean, what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting so strange. Are you my friend? Or are you done with me but don’t know how to say it because, trust me, the door is right there? I’m used to people walking out, so it’s not a problem.” My fists clenched at my side, and I tried to maintain a cool facade, but I crumbled on the inside.
“What? Oh, no, Chan. Of course, I want to be your friend. I am your friend.”
“Well, you have a strange way of showing it.”
Ella ran over and hugged me, and everything spilled out of her. “Oh, Chan, I, it’s just that, phooey. The night Micah shot himself, Abel found me and had me bring you here. I was scared because, Chan, your clothes were messed up, and you were out cold. Abel told me not to say anything and to get you out of there. I didn’t know what happened, only you were drugged, and a gun was shot. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, especially since Abel brought you out of the basement. I’ve kept my mouth shut because I didn’t want to say the wrong thing accidentally. You never spoke of it, so I assumed you either didn’t remember or didn’t want to talk about it. Abel obviously shot him to defend you, but he shot somebody, and it’s wrong. However, I keep thinking about you being raped, and I shatter all over. So, I’ve kept my mouth shut because I don’t want anything to slip. I couldn’t bear it if I hurt you worse than what you had already gone through.”
Gaping and standing frozen, I watched Ella hesitantly step away as she spilled everything I didn’t expect her to say.
Without knowing what to say, I grabbed Ella and hugged her, and we both started crying.
“I’m sorry, Chan. I didn’t mean to make you think I wasn’t your friend because I am, but I’m struggling with condoning what Abel did even though he protected you.”
The truth wavered on my tongue to tell her she had it all wrong, but Abel lied for a reason. I couldn’t undermine him now.
“You’re right. Micah drugged me, and Abel walked in on him, and he was—” I struggled with getting the words out because I didn’t remember anything about that night except what I saw on the video. “They fought, and well, it just happened.”
“Shhh. It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but are you okay?”
“I am. Abel got there in time.”
“Well, thank God for that.” Ella pulled me into a hug, and I cried hard. I let everything out, she held me and let me get it off my chest. I didn’t know how badly I needed this tear fest, and as I cried my body became drained, but my heart got lighter and my soul became less oppressed. “Get it out, Chan. You’ve been holding all this in for too long. Let it go.”
A few minutes passed, and I did as she told me. When the tears finally started to subside, and I began to become more myself than I had felt in a long time, I pulled away and gave a soggy smile to Ella.
“Feel any better?” She grabbed some take-out napkins from the drawer on the island and handed them over.
Chuckling, I grabbed them, blew my nose, and wiped my face. “I do, thank you. I didn’t realize I needed it.” Trying to be nonchalant, I used the napkins to try and wipe where the vibrator had sat on the counter. Ella didn’t appear to catch on.
“Tears are the most cathartic thing we can do. It’s like a pressure valve.”
Ella was correct in her statement, but I never allowed myself the release because all my life, I believed it wouldn’t ever change, making it pointless to cry about it.
A knock pounded on the door. Ella and I glanced at each other, and I looked at the time on the clock. It was after eleven. Who’d be here so late?
Wiping my cheeks quickly, I opened the door. Blake stood leaning his arm against the frame, and I gasped. Ella came closer and did the same. His face puffed up, one eye had swollen shut, blood soaked his collar, and black rings were already coming out around his eyes.
“Blake, oh my God. You need to go to the hospital.”
“Shut up, Chantilla,” he yelled, and his voice’s venom made me step back. “I came to warn you. I’m done being nice. It’s over. I’m getting my inheritance, and you’ll be sorry. You’ve messed with the wrong guy.”
“What are you talking about? Let me get you to the hospital or call a doctor or something.”
