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His big palm lifts and he skims his calloused fingers along my neck before tipping my chin up high to meet his gaze, bringing my mouth so close to his I can almost taste the bourbon on his tongue.
“You have a good day at school, Violet?” he asks in the most rasping, thick tone.
A drunken tone.
A sexy tone that screams danger. I shouldn’t lean into him. I shouldn’t bask in the beautiful way my name sounded against those full lips.
I should run.
And yet, I nod to him like a good–stupid, stupid little girl.
His thumb brushes along my lower lip as his tongue slides out to wet his mouth in the slowest way that makes my knees weak.
I am such an idiot.
But all I want his him. I want him, and I want them, and I want us to be the way we were before.
He tilts his head slightly and his nose skims along the length of my neck in a taunting feeling that strums to life all through my chest before settling so low that my thighs shift together. Warmth sears across my skin as his mouth presses the slowest kiss just beneath my ear and I sigh against the feel of it, my hands coming up to clutch his shirt with both fists.
But then he pulls away, just a fraction of an inch, just enough for me to feel the tingle of his breath along my ear when he speaks in that low, rumbling tone. “Good, because next week will only be worse.”
Dread drops into my stomach and his long fingers slide from my throat, down my chest and along my ribs before he strides into the depths of the crowd.
And leaves me in a mess of my own disgusting lust and fear.
My breath is still trembling when I look up.
And meet Kylie’s glaring gaze.
She’s pissed.
Under her scrutiny I feel awkward and out of place no matter how much I refuse to show it. It’s a feeling I’m no stranger to but nothing I enjoy. So I decide to leave her be, don’t poke the bear.
Or the bitch.
My mother’s parties were always crowded like this. One of her favorite hide and seek opportunities for me. For the longest time I fit so perfectly well in our kitchen cabinets. Then as I grew older I sought out hiding spots her drunk or high guests couldn’t find me in.
I pass the students I know but don't really know, going mostly unnoticed. Everyone is so busy entertaining their own selfish desires it’s getting easier to be a ghost around them.
Instinctually, I look over my shoulder. Kylie is pushing through the mass of people, a deadly glare focused intently on me.
Oh my god. She’s like a chronic disease, this chick just won't go away.
My plan is to hide and hopefully no one will be doing any seeking. The first thought I have is to go to the parts of the house that are under construction.
Considering that’s the majority of the house, it should be easy.
Kylie is one step behind me. She's whispering things I can't even hear just to crawl into my head with those scratching insults I can feel breathing from her red lips. As much as I don’t want to listen, I can’t help myself. It’s like every word she is saying is a roar over the music. A violent hurricane of insults assaulting me.
Even as the party goers begin to lessen as we go deeper into the home, she doesn’t stop. I curl my fists at my side, taking faster, larger steps to get away. I’m all but running to hide now, my heart pounding irrationality.
“You’re nothing to him.”
I keep walking.
She keeps pushing.
“Those boys will use you then toss you to the curb like the piece of trash you are.”
