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Chapter 5 Part 2
Evening
“Sasha!” Lily rushes forward with open arms, a thin, short blonde with a warm smile and dazzling blue eyes. James steps sheepishly out of the way. “It’s been so long! Why on earth haven’t you been around?”
“Damon’s girlfriend just moved in, we’ve all been getting settled,” The house smells like roast. I didn’t realise just how hungry I was.
“That explains why he hasn’t been taking my calls—the toilet runs for hours after you flush it, I’ve been trying to get him around,” She’s got my face between two small, cold hands, her eyes searching mine as though examining my very soul for any ailments.
“Mum, let her take her coat off,” I shoot a look at James. I don’t have it in me to tell him I don’t mind. I don’t want to explain that I consider her a mother of my own. It’s nice to be fussed over. And it’s nice that he doesn’t consider that a luxury. James deserves to be smothered most of all of us. He’s had i
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His other hand wraps through my hair, though it feels like he’s trying to scalp me. And his lips meet mine like they never have. His teeth wrap around my lip. “Stop it.” I draw back so slightly. “You’re drunk.” It always works in the movies. “And horny,” And his lips are on mine again. He walks me backwards. Another puddle splashes up my leg. And the wind is knocked straight out of me again when I hit a brick wall. Though it very well could be a dumpster. It certainly smells like there is one around here. Maybe it’s just his breath. “Stop it!” I tug and tug at my own wrist. He’s trying to scalp me again. But this time his breath is on my neck. His teeth are tugging at my collar. Great. He’s going to rip my blouse open. I’m going to be defiled in an alleyway and I won’t even have a shirt to put back on. This is humiliation. “You’re hurting me,” I don’t feel quite as scared or angry as I thought I would in this situation—not that I’ve consider
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