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“She claimed she knew you and that you did something horrible a long time ago to her,” he tells me.
“Jesus, Matt that’s not a lot of fucking details,” I snap. “What else did she say?”
“Just that she’s watching you closely. Nothing else.” My brother watches me closely. “Why the fuck would she call me? You know if something like this gets out, dad will fucking flip.”
He can have as many fucking flips as he wants,I think.
My heart starts to pound in my ears and I feel weird. I’ve done a lot of bad things in my past including just sleeping around.
But who the fuck is watching me and what do they know? I can’t pinpoint what exactly could have been so bad for someone to want to keep an eye on me. It could be anyone.
Fuck.
Taylor returns and I wake up from my seat and walk away from Matt and Taylor’s annoying fucking laughter that I’ve endured long enough. I can’t think properly with their bullshit filling my ears.
As I stand against the rail of the deck and look out into the woods, memories of her come rushing back. That was one of the worst things I can remember.Lily. I might have had a role in damaging her in terms of love. But nothing else.
I remember the first time I got sent a picture of Lily after she was found in her bed all alone. Dry blood staining her arms. Her eyes were lifeless. I remember that bright look she once had in them.Life.She was full of life. Parker reminds me of her sometimes.
She was studious and beautiful too. Different like Parker. Yet, it never worked out. She could not even begin to understand me, refused to in fact.
I was to pretend that I was another man so that she could live her fantasy life with me pleasing her every whim and wish. It became exhausting. Not being allowed to be me.
Suddenly, I felt as if she were the puppeteer and I the puppet. She forced me to dinner parties and to be around people I had no interest in. It was exhausting for me. The thrill had disappeared and even though a part of me didn’t want to let go as yet, I had to end things. It was for the best.
And then I was sent the picture a week later as someone’s sick reminder for something that had happened a long time ago. They had no proof.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I take a deep breath. I have to think. Someone is trying to play a game with me. One that I have a feeling, I’m not going to like.
