VANCE“Okay, since I can do whatever I want, why don’t you let me go on my merry way, and we can pretend nothing happened.”She is fucking infuriating. She has every part of me, including my dick, confused. The girl is here trying to do everything to run away from me, and my cock is hard as steel for her. “No.”“Whatcha gonna do? Kidnap me?”I pin her against the wall, making sure she can feel all of me. I look straight into her eyes, letting her feel the heat in mine. “You’re far from a kid.”“Did you turn up the heat to make me feel uncomfortable?”“Do you ever shut up?”“Not really. Especially when I’m nervous. Why? Does it bother you?”“Not really. I’m sure I can stuff your mouth full to keep it under control.”“Oh my God, you’re gonna rape me, aren’t you?” she screeches as she tries to pull away from me, but she isn’t a match for my strength.Rape… She thinks I am capable of rape. Sure, I can do some fucked-up shit, but never rape. “Little Bird, I don’t rape women. When we have s
CLARISSAMaybe I made a mistake. I sit there in the lush-looking office—Vance’s office. A man’s office. I keep looking at the leather furniture and mahogany desk as I adjust my dress. I should have worn something else. All I'd wanted to do was thank him for some fucking groceries. I could have come here in jeans and a sweater. I didn’t need to get dolled up. I hate my stupid vagina. It was her idea to look pretty for Vance. I pace the room, wondering if I’m the dumbest girl on the face of the planet. I am attracted to a control freak. What if he is some sort of murderer? Even as I have the thought I push it aside. The man seems unhinged, but he also seems protective and kind, at least to me. I just need him to understand that I'm not going to just do what he wants just because he wants it.I bang on the door for fifteen minutes, to no avail.“How long am I supposed to stay here?” I demand, my fist hurting from constantly pounding on the steel door.After Vance left me to deal with wha
I stand there, tracking her every movement with my gaze. She looks so beautiful that it physically hurts to stare at her. She smiles at the bartender, Josie, when she takes her drink and sits down. I didn’t think it was possible to be fucking jealous of a damn chair.“You look like shit,” Enzo says, coming to stand beside me. “You can’t go on much longer, or you’re gonna snap.”“Too fuckin' late. I snapped the moment I saw her.”“You’re no good to her or anyone if you’re fucked up and off your game.”I scrub my face, trying to get my fucking brain under control. I let everything go. My only interest is Raven. Nothing else seems to matter to me. I can burn it all down and will be fine as long as she is with me.“What ya gonna do, Vance? Follow her like a puppy for the rest of your life?"“Fuck off.”Enzo laughs, hitting me on the back with his open hand. “I love you, man, but you’re seriously certifiable. I’ve never seen you this deranged before, and a lot of pussy gets slung your way.
CLARISSAAll week I’ve felt off, as if I should watch my back. Between school and helping my best friend Emily move her stuff out of her abusive ex-boyfriend’s apartment, life has taken a toll on me.These are the moments that I wished I had someone to lean on. A mom to go home to, and a dad to tell me it will all get better. The only person I have in life who knows me is Emily, and now she is hundreds of miles away in Utah, trying to put distance between herself and Roy.My back makes me want to scream as I get myself out of bed, remembering Roy’s rage. He wasn’t supposed to be home when we were clearing out, but just like any good abuser, they never keep to their promises and ache to have one more go at their victim. If having a sore back and being in pain means that my best friend is finally free of that lunatic, so be it.I walk over to get a cup of coffee started, when my buzzer goes off. I have no clue who’s come to see me at the ass crack of dawn. I glance down at my barely the
VANCEI feel like a junkie picking at the scab that drugs left behind. Only this addiction isn’t imaginary. Thoughts of Clarissa are like the sweet release of opium in my veins.I can’t shake her from my mind. She is like a bolt of lightning forging her way into the darkness. I can’t eat, drink, or sleep. I’ve turned into a real pussy fixated on just her.I walk through the haze of delusion, thinking about her raven hair and sweet bubblegum scent. Nothing in my life seems to matter. My entire world is now a restless blur. Restless nights have led to a total obsession that has led to me parked outside her apartment, night after night.The first night I went to her apartment, I sat there in the car and just stared at her window like a fucking pervert. That was just a hit of a joint. I’ve needed something stronger, something to bring me into oblivion. I’ve foolishly thought that if I saw her again, I would snap out of whatever trance she’d put me in, but the addiction just got worse.I’v
CLARISSA“You alright?” the crazy guy from earlier asks.I feel like a sane person would fear him, but I don’t. I’d been around enough predators in my life to know that even though this guy was crazy, he wouldn’t hurt me. The way he’d come down like a ton of bricks on that perv from earlier told me as much.“Yes, I think I twisted my ankle or something.”His arms sweep under me, lifting me as if I weigh nothing more than a feather or a cotton ball. He cradles me in his arms, rushing us away from a crowd down a small, dank-looking corridor. This would probably be the part where I got chopped up into tiny pieces and left for the vultures in a horror movie.We reach a black steel door. He places me gently on the ground, still holding me up with one arm while he punches in a code, causing the door to open.“Whoa, this is a pretty lush-lookin’ office,” I say, taking in the brick walls, dark mahogany table, rich brown leather furniture.He shrugs, placing me on the large leather sofa. “I li