“Because he tried to rape me in a locker room? Or because he framed me too? I’ll let you pick.” Sarcasm was laced throughout my voice and hard to miss.
His eyes narrowed menacingly but I didn’t flinch away. I’m getting good at that. Instead I held his stare until he rolled his eyes and pushed me out of the way to take over washing the dishes.
“Keiran, I need to know. I –”
“I’m well aware of what he did to you and what he tried to do to you,” he said, emotionlessly, as he made meticulous circles on the plate. He rinsed off the dish and moved on to the other.
“You don’t care do you?” I fought back the misplaced hurt I felt and grabbed onto the counter for strength to hold in my emotions. He continued to wash the dishes with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Caring doesn’t make a difference. It just gets people killed.”
“Maybe you’re just incapable of feeling anything.”
“I feel many things: anger, hatred, pain, lust. I don’t need to feel anything else.”
“What about love, compassion, and happiness?” He finally looked at me a smirk as if he was amused by my question. “I don’t believe in it.”
“Then I feel sorry for you.”
“I’ll live. Those emotions you carry on your sleeve are what makes you weak…but you also feel anger and hatred too, don’t you?”
“Who exactly would I have to hate?”
“Your parents. You think they abandoned you and left you here to suffer. You think that if they weren’t gone then the past ten years wouldn’t have happened. You hate your aunt too. If she didn’t take you in, if she didn’t love you, then you wouldn’t be here. You don’t believe in love but you are a hypocrite.”
“Get out,” I barked. He leaned against the sink, crossed his legs, and continued to watch me with a knowing look in his eyes and his ever-present smirk. Anger like I’d never felt before passed over me so I grabbed the motherfucker by the horns and held on.
A knife was in my hands with no recollection of how it got there. I charged toward him, ready to hurt him like he’d hurt me. When I was close enough, I raised my arm higher. His foot shot out, kicking my feet from under me and I was falling, the knife snatched out of my hands. He was on me before I could move, spreading my legs open and pressing the knife against my throat.
“You want to hurt me?” he said, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down my legs. “You wouldn’t even know where to begin because first I’d have to give a fuck,” he growled and thrust into me. His fist in my hair pulled my head back as he thrust savagely into me. My screams were just as wild and wanton as I pushed my hips back to take more of him. He pressed the knife deeper against my throat and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I should kill you right now and put you out of the fucking misery you claim to live in every day but I can’t let you go. Fuck me, I can’t let you go,” he repeated with a single hard thrust and then he was coming, spilling his seed into my unprotected body.
*
“Hey, the fair tonight, are we going?” Sheldon drawled as she appeared, leaning against the lockers with a leg propped up behind her. I’d been distracted by the many thoughts racing through my head.
“Uh, I’m not sure…”
“Come on, Lake this is my only night off this week!” Willow exclaimed as she walked into our conversation. She never could resist the Ferris wheel. “Besides you owe me a prize,” she pouted.
“Alright, alright. Don’t lose your panties,” I snapped. Willow looked at me in shock, mirroring my own surprise. I never talked to Willow like that. I mumbled a quick sorry and opened my locker to store my books for lunch but it was slammed back by a small hand with red fingertips.