DAVID POV:I brought a plastic bag from the basement while Geroge stayed in the backyard, utterly quiet and calm.I couldn’t believe that he had just killed Eloise. I am still not able to see a single trace of fear on his face which surprised me, but at this moment dumping Eloise’s body was more important than focusing on Geroge’s emotions.Eloise deserved that death, she deserved it. My son has taken my revenge and I can’t be more proud of him for making such a huge move.I put Eloise’s body into the big plastic bag. It was difficult to do it alone because she has become unusually heavy, but somehow I did. I didn’t allow Geroge to get closer to her dead body.Geroge stayed at his place watching me all the time, he was still holding the gun in his hand and lost in deep thought.I don’t know what will happen next but I need to focus on my son more to erase this awful memory from his mind.“Stay here, George. I’ll be back soon.” I told him and then drove away.I found a good spot, and t

PATSY POV:I sort of freeze as Harry leans in.He’s going to kiss me. It’s no surprise. I knew he wanted that from me (or more) when he texted me and asked me to hang out, but I guess I just wasn’t prepared for the reality of it all.Harry is the captain of the varsity hockey team at my school. He’s also got a scholarship for college next year, and a lot of people say he’ll one day end up in the NHL. I had a big crush on him three years ago, but he wouldn’t even look at me, so when he asked for my number last week at school, how could I say no?Harry asking me out is like NASA asking me to join an expedition to the moon; it just shouldn’t happen. But it did, and that’s how I ended up here.I had it all planned out, and it’s working. But now – now I don’t know what to do.Do I really want to kiss him?No, that’s a stupid question. Of course, I don’t. I want him to want to kiss me. That’s all. God, Baron is right; I’m so immature. He’s been telling me that for six months now, but it’s h

PATSY POV:I look at myself in the mirror pleased by the choice of Baron, That asshole really has good taste.I turn around to see if the back is as sexy as the front.Yeah, it is.The red lingerie on my body compliments my skin, and as I have added the red lipstick on my lips, it’s adding the charm.Taking my phone, I start to take mirror selfies of myself in lingerie, I look damn hot.Yes!!!And then choosing a few, I posted them on my social media account. Let's see who is the ugly one here, Harry.Just in two minutes, people start to react, booing Harry for getting dumped by me. Pleasingly, I started to read all the comments one by one, and just as I was so lost in celebrating my victory, I didn’t hear the knock at my door.And the door opens.“Imani… In my study, now.” Baron barks, making me drop my phone from my hand.His eyes wander on my body with no emotion, but a muscle in his jaw clenched when he notices the phone in my hand.“With your phone.” He adds and forgetting about

PATSY POV:A guy steps out, not much older than me, wearing shorts and flip-flops and a big grin on his face. He spins his keys around his finger as he trots up to the front door and rings the bell. Instantly, my eyes are on my mom.She shrugs. “Hey, a girl has needs.”“Needs, Mom?” I exclaim. “You have a husband!”A husband who clearly has a sexual appetite.“Please, Patsy. Your father and I haven’t had sex in forever.”“Stepfather,” I corrected her. Wait, did she just say they haven’t had sex? How could that be possible? It’s clear that Baron has the sexual appetite of a baboon during mating season. How could he not be taking my mom, even if he’s on to the fact that she’s just using him for his money? “Will you let him in, honey?”“I’m not letting your side-piece booty call in, Mom.” Normally, I might be in the mood to just shut up and do it, but not today. Today I’m not taking any of her shit.“Geez, someone’s in a bitchy mood today.”Thanks, Mom. Way to be supportive.Grabbing my

PATSY POV:Maybe Baron is just extremely good with people, and that’s why he’s so successful. Maybe he was right about Harry, and he is just the lesser of two evils. That still doesn’t explain why he thought he could do what he did to me.But he was trying to teach me some kind of lesson. Not to prance around in front of him with skimpy clothes on? Or not to hang out with guys? Sure, maybe I was doing the first one on purpose to annoy him, but not to…” get his dick hard” as he said. And why can’t I hang out with a guy my own age who’s interested in me?God. I feel so emotionally manipulated. It’s like I’m standing on a tightrope over a stormy ocean and one wrong step will send me tumbling into the sea, never to be seen again.I climb into bed, take several deep breaths, and tell myself to forget about him. He may have owned my body, but I won’t let him own my mind. But try as I might, Baron invades my mind like a virus. Every thought is of him. Last night’s incident replays in my mind