The textured feeling of the dress glides under my hands as they rest at my sides while the girl in the shop finishes with her needle and thread. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, but all I can see is the darkness in my eyes. The pitch black color of them swallows me whole, and it's like I'm falling into the abyss of my nightmares all over again. One upon a time I let myself believe that where I ended up was going to be ok… that the boy who found me was meant to be mine… that he loved me. The girl staring back at me is a stupid, stupid girl. That boy is killing anyone who looks her way. He's so savage in his obsession with her that I can't blame her for believing his intentions were true… but every night while she's sleeping alone, he's out there sleeping with someone new. “I know what you’re thinking,” grey eyes get in the way, something being set atop my head as he fusses with it, “but flesh means nothing.” Corbyn stands beside me, looking in the mirror at the both of us. He
*** The weight of the water is crushing my chest. The ability to breathe so close as the open air drifts over my fingertips. Me, myself, and I want to see this night again. They want to relive it… I don’t. My hair covers my face, wet and impossibly heavy as I struggle to see through it, but that’s ok… if I can’t see him, he can’t see me coming. I’m stumbling forwards but my feet keep getting stuck in the mud, until it wins, and I fall onto my hands and knees. He grips my shoulders, stopping me from continuing to move forwards, except the moment he goes to brush the hair from my face I take action. Grabbing onto his wrist, I pull. I pull and yank with all my might on his wrist until the wind turns in my favor and he’s stumbling into me as we fall into the depths of the water. His hazel hues are staring into mine, begging me to let go, angry that I won’t. I close my eyes, letting myself sink farther into the darkness until my chest gives up and takes in a lungful of water.
"I'll be back tomorrow night," Trent stops just outside the training room, leaning in for a kiss but stopping himself as if he can't bear it either. He looks through the doorway and scoffs in my direction. "You never learnt as much when I tried to teach you.” “I was young,” I angle myself towards him to take his concentration away from Brixton, but it’s not working… and I don’t like the look he’s giving him. “And I was too… distracted.” I bite my lip, but I’m not sure if it’s for his benefit or my own. I need to keep all the things I want to say to myself. “Yes,” he says, angling my head up to look at him, “you were always quite… distractable.” “As are you,” Corbyn mocks, leaning against the wall as if he’s been there forever. “And after breakfast, I don’t think she needs anymore ‘training’.” “He’s loyal to US,” Trent snaps at Corbyn, “besides, after going with her to the dress fitting, I don’t think you need any more input.” “Touche,” Corbyn announces without explanation or re
A smile breaks across Brixton’s face, and for a second there’s a whole new side of him to see. It's not ill-intended, it's sincere. A childish side that never gets let out - but I want desperately to see it again. To see his happiness. “No running.” his voice has a roughness to it that usually isn’t there, a desperation that makes me a little bolder. I slide my hand down his arm that’s holding my waist, slipping my hand into his as I drop them by our sides. He tightens his grip on my hand, staring at the door for a moment as he taps various places on his body and stops by my dresser. He reaches towards the bottom of it where there's some kind of fancy trim, leaving space between the dresser and the floor and retrieves a key. How long has he been planning this? My heart does a little flip. A traitorous little flip when I warned it - no more. We can't get attached. This could end like dumb-dumb Mark, only if Trent finds me again… we're both dead. He tugs me gently behind him a
Brixton yells out, the deep growly tone of it sending prickles of excitement through me as it fills the space around me. Trees pass me by quickly, the blur of the darkened forest lost as I focus on going faster, moving over and under things that are in my way and wondering how close he is. Branches continue to scrape my skin, and the forest floor is rough beneath my feet as I rush to keep ahead of him, but all that pain seems to fade away just as fast as I feel it. I used to be fast, and even though I don't feel like I'm moving as quickly as I did when I raced Donny, I love the feeling of it just the same. The wind is ripping through my hair, catching on things, when a twig snaps and I press my back to a tree while I look around, unable to hide the amount of noise that my breathing is making. My chest feels as though it's on fire, burning with every inhale but my neck and shoulders are tingling, making me more than aware that he’s probably got eyes on me… and I'd better get m
The monster within me demands this chase end in blood, but he's too lulled by the feeling of her to care about her disobedience. We have all the time in the world for punishments. The slowed feeling of her pussy squeezing around my cock makes me want to see her in chains, strung up… at my mercy… fuck. I flip her over without thinking, needing to see her face, to see her darkness… and she delivers. Her eyes are blown wide, searching for mine like a good fucking pet, and the darkness there speaks volumes. It tames the wild part of me just enough to not completely ravage her, but she's looking at me like she'd fucking love that. I slide my hands up her legs, spreading them wide for me and delivering me the sweetest scent. Warm cotton candy that begs for someone to melt it with their mouth. I was worried that she was too sweet to handle me, that she'd scare off, but as I dig my fingers into her thighs, her back arches from the mud, and her whole body tenses in pleasure. "Min
~~~ Yesterday ~~~ Pierce hangs up the phone. He should be here already, but there he goes, demanding shit as if he doesn't have orders. There’s only ever been one other time when he’s used the friendship we have for personal gain, if you can even call it that. If Pierce wanted to leave, he'd be gone. Whoever needed to be dead, would be, and he'd be here by nightfall. That's how this works. Whatever my father wants, he does. Whatever my father asks of me, Pierce does out of loyalty. I took care of him. I presented my father with a cruel boy who has a blackened heart and nothing to his name… and he made him into his, my, biggest weapon. But no, 'WE still need a single distraction and transport,' he said, still clinging onto that girl. That girl is a pawn, one I need, and she’s making him sloppy. He may have fallen prey to her charms, but the Pierce I know wouldn’t have let that happen. It was impossible to make a counter-ability plan for an Iota when Pierce being put in ch
Heaviness is weighing down on me, the pressure of it feeling more solid than fluid. I’m not in the water. Opening my eyes feels just as impossible. Except, every flutter brings the pain of what feels like sand under my lash line before they draw back together like magnets, but the only thing to see is darkness. And not the kind of darkness I'm used to, that I wish I was seeing right now… this is just dead space darkness. That’s what I wish I was... dead.I don’t want to open them. I can’t face whatever lies on the other side of the darkness. Not when seeing him with her broke my heart. No. Broken isn't quite strong enough, not when it ripped savagely in half. It’s irreparable. Stupid… little… Devlin. ‘Of course she’s in there…’ Brixton’s voice had carried through the house softly, ‘...we’re home free now, love.’I tried to get up slowly, to go see what I didn’t want to believe my ears were hearing… but seeing it was so much worse. ‘You’ve got the money?’ His voice continued thr