PATSY POV:“If you’d come with us please.”Another officer announces. “Make it easier on everyone.”“A warrant?” I turn and look up at my daddy, shocked by what I’ve just heard. “What are they talking about, Baron?”His face is stony and unmoving. It’s a look I’ve not seen before.“What are the charges?” he asks.One of the officers glances down at me before answering. “If you’d just come with us we could discuss it in private—”“The charges,” Baron presses. The officer sighs and shrugs.“Sexual assault of the first degree.”My stomach drops.My first instinct was to protect him. But now…knowing what I know about him and how we met, I’m seized by a fierce panic that grips my body in a cold embrace. My mind starts spinning, as though my skull was full of fuzz, and although I’m chilled to my bones, a fear of sweat breaks out across my body.Sexual assault…I don’t want to believe it, but can I really deny it could be possible after what happened between us? Baron must know how I’m fee
PATSY POV:It was a day full of disaster and if things couldn’t get any worse the night also started to appear like a disaster when I heard the door slamming shut and loud footsteps.Frowning, I move into my sleep.With utter difficulty, I was able to close my eyes and shut this world’s worries out of my mind but this universe won’t let me have peace.NO…Annoyed, I sat up from my bed wanting to yell out loud that stop f**king my mother, rascal Jeff.But when I reached the stairs, finally I saw what an impulsive decision I made.My mother was at the coffee table, a man was kissing her, while the other was taking off her skirt, and the third one was working to take off her blouse.My eyes widened at the sight of three men stripping my mother.The man kissing my mom grunts and only then do I notice my mother’s hand squeezing his cock over the clothes.Then she turned to give her mouth to the other men, while one squeezed her hand around his cock, the other kissed her while molding her b
PATSY POV:I need evidence. Evidence that she lied about him. But how am I supposed to get that?The whole night went into thinking and planning.Thankfully the scenes from downstairs were quiet and I heard the noise of the car engine which indicated that those four monsters had gone.After my hard work, and the distressing thoughts of my plans.Slowly, a smile creeps over my face. It just might work, and if it does, Daddy will be so proud of me.All of our problems will be gone in one fell swoop, and I’ll be his forever.A deep, deep feeling swells within me. A feeling so intense I don’t even want to acknowledge it lest it slips away like a drop of rain on the window glass.Now, with a burning flame of determination inside me.****The Next MorningWiping away the haze on the mirror, I stare at myself for a long time as I summon all my determination and willpower and squeeze it into a tiny, dense ball of passion.“You can do this, Patsy,” I tell myself with a deep breath. “You can. Y
PATSY POV:Two days after that, my mom signed the divorce papers.She moved out, and the last I heard from her, she was living with Mr. HNG8NCH. We don’t speak anymore, and I’m just fine with that.Baron sold the house, and we moved into the one he’d taken me to that one sunny day we had together before the police arrived. We made love the night he was released, twice, then again the next day. And again and again, as though we couldn’t get enough of each other. We couldn’t.Two weeks later I was pregnant.Baron’s tongue is beyond incredible. Within a minute, I’m soaring high as my climax grips me. My back arches up off my artist’s table, and I tug my shirt up to expose my breasts. He reaches up and pinches my nipples, just hard enough to hurt, and I cry out in ecstasy. A shudder runs through my body as he flattens his tongue and applies pressure. He holds it there just long enough, letting me come down before he rises up and pulls his pants down.“There it is,” I whisper, opening
NEW STORY -- NEW PLOT -- NEW CHARACTERSGREYSONThe cash slides from my palm into the valet. His fingers curl around the wad of bills as he pulls back, and he looks away.Aw, he’s embarrassed.The girl on my arm giggles and leans into me.Money and good looks will help people get away with just about anything. I learned that at the tender age of five from my father, thank you very much. He toted me around and flashed his smile or his wealth, and doors opened for us.Sometimes literally.Sometimes figuratively.We were invincible.Look at that sentence. Then read it again.We.Were. Invincible.Back when I was a kid, my father and I wore gilded armor. He was a king, and I was a prince. We floated above the rest of society, and nothing was out of our reach.I experienced the world through my father’s view of getting everything he fucking wanted. It’s only natural that I became him.Look, I’m not saying it’s right. I’m just saying this is how it works. People are sheep, all too eager to be
SIX MONTHS LATERVIOLETA widely known fact about me: I don’t like surprises. I’m jumpy. I make unholy noises. My face gets beet red, and my body gets hot and tingly, and sometimes I feel like I’ve run out of air. Unfortunately, that combination is the perfect reaction for people who do like surprises.Which is why I’ve spent my life being surprised. Birthday parties, jump-scares, visitors I wasn’t expecting… People love to see the dramatic reaction, and I seem unable to help but give it to them.And, naïve me, I keep expecting people will remember I loathe them.Not today.I’ve barely pushed open the apartment door when the lights come on and a dozen people scream, “WELCOME BACK!”I scream right along with them. My coffee goes everywhere, and my feet go out from under me. Only quick hands grasping my arms keep me upright.And falling would probably suck a lot under my conditions.After my heart stops trying to escape from my tight chest, I find my darling roommate-slash-best friend a
“You look good,” Willow tells me. She extends a tube of lipstick toward me.I finger-comb my blonde hair into somewhat respectable curls and then swipe on the dark-red color. It’s bolder than what I would’ve normally gone for, but I trust my best friend’s judgment. It gives my pink sweater a bit of an edgier vibe.Probably.Maybe it’s wishful thinking.She loops her arm in mine. In the living room, our friends are spread out on the couches and the floor. Now that I look closer at them, they do seem ready to go out. Flawless makeup, nice clothes. Dresses, heeled boots.“Where are we going?” I ask.“Haven. There’s a game tonight, but it should be okay if we get there before it ends. Should we call a cab, or are you good to walk?”Haven is a local bar that’s almost always overrun by CPU students.“Walking is fine.” I’ll pay for it tomorrow, but my blood runs cold at the thought of getting into a car. It was a struggle to sit in the passenger seat of mom’s car on the way here. Our silence
GREYSONMy teammate nods to the guy sitting at a table full of girls. “Jack, Greyson. Jack is the quarterback on the football team.”I quirk my lips. The football team lost spectacularly this year, no thanks toJackhere. It’s a good thing the hockey team is picking up the slack and bringing some attention back to this school.That’s where I shine.In the spotlight.Well, correction: that’s where I used to shine.My gaze goes to the girl beside Jack, who seems like she’s about to be violently sick. She looks familiar in the way most girls do. Like I might’ve had a chance encounter with her at some point in my life but nothing worthy of me remembering.Maybe we ran into each other here, at Haven. After a game.I smirk at her, and she flinches. Not the usual reaction.Interesting.Steele is going around the table, introducing the dance team. I register it faintly, still trying to figure out the girl under Jack’s arm. She’s watching me, too. Her blue eyes on mine are like daggers. I’m intr