Raelynn
“Pack your bags we’re moving.” My mother’s words echo in my mind as I shove my clothes angrily into my box.
This week has been hell, scratch that, way worse than hell. Yesterday, I walked in on the one person I called my best friend, Chloe, and my boyfriend Peter making out.
Peter and I were to hang out at his place but he couldn’t because he suddenly caught the flu, being the sweet and naive girlfriend I was, I decided to go over and check on him. Bring him some soup and tissues.
I Didn’t need to knock because I know his passcode...one two three four five six, yes, he’s an id*ot.
Turns out I should have just minded my business and stayed at home then maybe I wouldn’t have had to walk on both of them right there on his couch, her black hair tangled in his fingers.
Worst thing they didn’t even feel bad about it, Chloe just smirked and peter’s excuse? “You’ve been depressed lately, we needed to rely on each other.”
I throw another shirt into my suitcase. Depressed? I was only depressed because I was stuck with losers like you two.
I groan slamming my box shut and take a deep breath trying to get them both out of my mind.
“Raelynn, get down right this instant” my mum screams from downstairs.
“I’m coming mother!” I yell back yanking the suitcase off my bed.
As if last night wasn’t hard enough, I came back to hear my mum say we’re moving all the way to Tribeca and we stay in Queens Village meaning an hour and sixteen minutes drive and she won't even tell me the reason.
I give one more glance at my now empty bedroom, to some extent I’m going to miss this place.
A sigh escapes my lips as I drag my luggage’s down the stairs with a grunt. When my mum sees me, she crosses her arms and frowns.
“I told you to get ready last night. Now you are going to make us late and it’s your fault.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should have given me a little more notice,” I snap. “Or better yet, maybe I’ll just go live with dad.”
The moment the words leave my mouth I instantly regret them. The world seems to freeze for a moment and I can actually see my mother’s hand tremble.
“Raelynn…” her voice is softer now but the pin behind it is enough to make my stomach twist into knots with regret. I should know better than to bring him up.
She’s still scared. After everything he did to us...almost did to me, she’d have to be.
I clear my throat awkwardly and she shakes her head to snap out of it.
“Take your things out and make sure not to forget anything.”
I nod and does what she asked then head to the mail box. Won't need the new people moving in going through our mails…especially them.
“To Sarah.”
No senders address…again.
I stare at the five mails in my hands, a shiver runs down my spine. Quickly I stuff them into my bag so mum doesn’t see them, hopefully when we get to our new place, I’ll find a place to hide them from her, the way I did here.
“Let’s go.”
Mum shouts and I quickly tuck the letters away and rush to the car.
The car is quiet for a moment but something feels weird. I mean why are we moving and where did we even get the money to move to Tribeca that’s a place for rich people and mum and I are worse than broke.
“Where are we going?” I finally decide to ask.
But mum just shrugs. “You’ll see.”
I groan rolling my eyes. My thoughts drift back to Chloe and peter. I hate that we’re moving. I hate that it makes me feel like I’m running away and giving them room to play happy couple after what they have done to me.
Eventually I get tired and I don’t even realize when I drift off to sleep.
Hours later mum wakes me up and my eyes widen sleep immediately vanishing as I stare at the mansion in front of me. The car slows in front of a massive iron gate, which swings open as if on cue. Beyond it is a mansion straight out of a movie...white pillars, magacificent gardens, a fountain in the driveway.
“Holy cr*p,” I mutter, sitting up straighter. “Did you win the lottery? Or take out some insanely huge loan that we’ll never pay off?”
Mom rolls her eyes. “Neither. Now stop gawking and help with the bags.”
She parks, and I step out, still staring at the house like it might disappear if I blink too hard.
Once she parks a man approaches her and with a big smile on her face she steps out and hugs him.
“You are?”
They pull apart and the man turns to me extending a hand. “You must be Raelynn I've heard so much about you. I’m Edward”
I scowl at his hand. “And how do you know my mother?”
Mum sighs and turns to me. “Rae this is Edward, my fiancé.”
The words his me like a brick in the face.
Fiancé? Since when? How? Why?
“You’re joking.” I say flatly crossing my arms.
Edward chuckles awkwardly shoving his hand into his pocket. “I know this is a lot to take in...”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
“Raelynn that’s enough.” Mum snaps. “Edward has been kind to take us in, so I suggest you show some respect.”
I bite back a retort, but my glare speaks for itself.
Edward clears his throat. “Why don’t I show you your room. I had it set up this morning.”
I don’t bother responding. Instead, I grab my suitcase and stomp past him, ignoring the man I assume is a butler reaching out for it.
The inside of the house makes me let out a gasp. Everything about it is overwhelming. From the high ceilings with golden chandeliers to the sparkling marble floors and furniture's that probably cost more than I can think of.
I’m so lost in awe I don’t notice someone standing behind me until their too close their presence too intense and suffocating.
Before I can turn around, two hands grip my shoulder firmly, keeping me in place.
“Enjoying the view?” the voice is smooth like a seductive whisper that makes you want to drown in it but the dangerous edge in it keeps you far away.
A shiver runs down my spine as his hot breath fans the back of my neck.
I try to turn around again but the grip on my shoulders tightens, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to remind me how easily it could.
“You should enjoy it,” he murmurs, his tone mocking. “After all, you won't be here long.”
Raelynn.I’m burning.From the way he looked at me. From the way he touched me. From the filthy, devastating things he said.I’m wet, aching, humiliated and worse, I liked it."Get out before I forget why I shouldn't fuck you."I slap a hand to my cheek, my skin still flushed and hot. I don’t need a mirror to see how wrecked I must look.God, how can one person be so unfiltered? So infuriating? So, intoxicating?I huff, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I glare at the door, the only thing physically separating us."Ugh. Whatever," I mutter. "It's for the best anyway."Liar.I walk away, back toward the noise and chaos of the party. My legs are shaky. My heart won’t stop racing.‘Right. For the best.’"Where is your damn self-esteem, Raelynn?" I hiss under my breath. "You let him touch you like that, talk to you like that, and you just sat there. Like a damn puppy."I smack my forehead. "God. Why did I even wait for him like that?"“Raelynn!”I whirl around. Yara’s bounding toward m
Grayson.I hold the phone to my ear, silence stretching thick between us. Neither of us speaks. Just breathing. I could do this all damn day if it meant not hearing his voice.“Grayson,” Edward finally says, his tone clipped. “Where are you right now?”I scowl. “Didn’t your little birdie tell you already? Or did you really think I wouldn’t notice you’ve got someone spying on me?”He exhales like he’s the one dealing with a problem. Like I’m the inconvenience in his perfect little life.“I’m doing this for your own good.”I let out a cold laugh, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Yeah. Father of the goddamn year.”A loud slam from his end, probably just punched a wall. Good.“If your grades drop even slightly, your sister—”“That won’t be necessary.” The words leave my mouth in a half-whisper, half-snarl. My throat tightens as I push back from the chair. Eyes turn toward me, but I don’t care.“That’s what I thought. And you better not lay a finger on your stepsister.”A bitter laugh es
𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛.I hold the phone to my ear, silence stretching thick between us. Neither of us speaks. Just breathing. I could do this all damn day if it meant not hearing his voice.“Grayson,” Edward finally says, his tone clipped. “Where are you right now?”I scowl. “Didn’t your little birdie tell you already? Or did you really think I wouldn’t notice you’ve got someone spying on me?”He exhales like he’s the one dealing with a problem. Like I’m the inconvenience in his perfect little life.“I’m doing this for your own good.”I let out a cold laugh, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Yeah. Father of the goddamn year.”A loud slam from his end—probably just punched a wall. Good.“If your grades drop even slightly, your sister—”“That won’t be necessary.” The words leave my mouth in a half-whisper, half-snarl. My throat tightens as I push back from the chair. Eyes turn toward me, but I don’t care.“That’s what I thought. And you better not lay a finger on your stepsister.”A bitter la
Grayson.I don’t look at her, but I can hear her footsteps, soft and hesitant. Like her instincts are screaming at her to run, yet she follows anyway.I stop walking. She bumps into my back with a small wince, one hand pressed to her forehead as she glares up at me.I know I’m taller, but it’s only now I notice how small she seems. Maybe it’s the dim hallway light. Maybe it’s something else, something twists low in my chest. And I don’t like it.“Walk ahead,” I say.She hesitates, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “Fine,” she mutters, trudging forward.My eyes follow every step she takes, every sway of her hips like it’s some kind of punishment.'I might have to see Naomi again. Not that I think therapy works, but maybe I should put her to use for once.'She passes the room we’re heading to. I knock on the door behind her to draw her attention, she turns.I pull out the keys.“You sure we’re allowed in there?”I unlock the door and swing it open. “Yes,” I say simply.She frowns but ste
Grayson.“Dare.” Raelynn breathes. She tries to sound confident, but she’s not fooling a single soul.Not with the way her hands are trembling even though she clasps them tight in her lap, like she’s holding herself together. Not with how pale she looks, like the very air around her might choke her.A few whistles echo through the circle. All eyes are on me now. Waiting.My mind spins, there’s so much I could make her do. I could humiliate her. Break her. Or I could give in to the filth clawing through my brain.But every idea slips away. Because I thought she’d pick truth. I wanted her to pick truth.Maybe then I could dig beneath the surface, finally see what she’s hiding. But little sunshine must really not want those secrets out, huh?Brandon leans in, his smile stretching wide. “I have an idea.”Of course he does.Brandon lives for chaos. The darker, the better. He thrives in discomfort, bathes in it. A sick part of me relates.I shrug. “Go ahead.”His grin widens. “Strawberry da
Raelynn.This party is insane.Like, the kind of insane where half the people here probably won’t remember their names in the morning, and the other half will be in someone else’s clothes. I thought the rager Grayson threw was intense, but this? This is something else entirely.Lights are flashing, music is pulsing loud enough to rattle the windows, and there’s this faint smell of tequila, sweat, and something suspiciously skunky drifting through the air. Yara’s house is huge, and everyone’s crawling all over it like drunk ants with zero self-respect.Yara’s parents aren’t around, and I kinda envy them right now. Must be nice to be far, far away from this disaster zone.There’s only one rule: don’t go into the master bedroom. Or any door that’s locked. Other than that? Everyone’s as free as a bird.A really stupid, possibly drunk bird making very bad decisions.“You seem to be regretting a lot of things,” Yara laughs, flopping into the seat beside me.“Your brother is insane,” I mutte
Grayson.The moment I see her, I lose my damn mind and almost choke on the smoke.She’s standing there, framed by the soft hallway light, in a dress that looks like sin and silk stitched together. Black and gold, hugging those perfect curves like they’re trying to drive me insane.One strap sliding slightly off her shoulder, drawing my eyes to her bare skin. Her hair is gathered up like she didn’t even try and somehow that makes it worse. Hotter.I think back to the hickey I gave her and don’t even realize when my tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip.This is driving me crazy. And don’t even get me started on those thighs.Brandon whistles and I nearly hit him. I don’t like that they’re looking at her. Drinking her in.I bring the vape to my lips, blowing it out as her gazes meets mine.I push past Brandon and Isaac blocking their view after giving them a quick glare.“Isn't it past your bedtime, sunshine.” I step forward, she moves backwards, till her back is pressed against the wal
Raelynn.I stare at the pile of garbage on the floor, the sound of laughter ringing in my ears. There's still more in my locker. Wet wipes. What disgustingly looks like a used condom. A tampon with some red stuff I can only hope is paint.I won't cry. I bite the inside of my cheek, forcing the tears back.I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.The laughter gets louder, like it’s feeding off my silence. I curl my index finger, dragging the nail across my thumb like I can scrape the panic away. I focus on that...grounding myself with each harsh scratch.The locker door slams shut louder than I mean for it to, but maybe I need the sound. Need it to drown them out. I hoist my bag over my shoulder and turn.They’re all watching me. Like they’re waiting for the tiniest reaction. Briella steps forward, a cruel smile twisting her lips, twirling a strand of her hair with a pointed flick.“Remember what you said to me at that party?” Her voice is sugary sweet but laced with po
Raelynn.‘I have no idea where I am. My surroundings are dark and blurry, the sound of the fall of rain causing my heart to race.I hate the rain. It takes me back to that night.My body feels sticky for some reason. It’s probably the rain. But as I bring my blurred palms to my face a scream echoes in the silence.Blood. I…I am covered in blood.My breathing becomes more labored, like a hand is wrapped around my throat refusing to spare me a second of air. I don’t feel pain anywhere. Whose blood is this?“Sarah,” a voice calls out in the silence. My heart jumps as my blood covered hands begin to tremble, the hairs on my neck standing.That voice…I know that voice. Even after all these years, after all the therapy, no matter how much I’ve tried to forget, I’ve never been able to. The same voice that has haunted me for years, both in my memories and in nightmare.I don’t wait till they come closer, I just turn and run. I don’t know where I’m headed to, but that doesn’t stop me neither