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AUTUMN

“ N ow tell me Little Traitor, was it worth it?” He asks.

“No.” I confess. I know exactly what he’s talking about. Breaking up with Heath for Cole turned out to be a horrible mistake but it wasn’t one I could take back so all I could do was be honest about it.

“You broke my heart for nothing and all he did was cheat on you.” The words sting as he tightens his hands around my wrists making it impossible for me to move them.

“I didn’t think.”

“Yeah, you didn’t…. now you’ll pay. You’ll know how I have felt this past year.

Mourning our relationship.” I’ve always known Heath was a person who loves revenge.

I just never thought I’d be on the receiving end.

Now that I am, I don't like it. Heath gathers my wrists into one hand causing a bit of pain as they are now clutched together even tighter than they were before causing me to wince, but he doesn’t care.

I feel Heath push my legs apart with his knee then take his other hand and slowly travel up my leg under my mini skirt.

“You can’t.” I whisper.

“Why? Does he do it better than me?” he asks.

No but I’m not admitting that. “Does Cole know all your sweet spots?” Heath squeezes my upper thigh tightly and I know that will leave a mark.

He releases my thigh and trails upward even more reaching my panties.

A shiver travels down my spine as a familiar feeling enters my body.

The ache of want spreads through me. I’ve missed his touch. I’ve missed the feeling of wanting touch, needing it on my body and Heath is giving me that right now. Heath begins to trace the outline of my lacy panties as I arch up from the ground of the tunnel into his chest.

“I see you’re still as needy as you’ve always been.

Tell me Autumn, do you still like being treated like the good little slut you are?

” His words are like music to my ears. I’ve missed this.

He knows just how to push my buttons and arouse me in the most feral ways possible, and I love every second of it.

“Answer me.” He clutches my wrists tighter.

“I do.” I admit.

“Then this should be easy, Little Traitor.” Heath says as he slips his hand under the fabric of my panties.

His cool hand against my sensitive skin is a feeling I haven’t felt in a while.

It’s almost like a silent attack. Heath lightly traces my outer folds, arousing me more as he does so.

I squirm under him wanting to get loose from this before I become too invested with no way out.

“I’m going to leave you thinking about me, how I've thought about you for the last year.” He says before slipping two fingers into me.

He slowly moves inside me, at a painfully slow pace before applying pressure to my clit with his thumb.

I arch up into him more as he presses my clit, causing his fingers to fill me even more.

“It seems like you’ve missed me more than I thought…

. even if that’s the case you're still getting punished.” He whispers coming close to my ear as he starts to pump his fingers in and out without a warning.

The intense feeling almost overwhelms me as it feels like an orgasm is about to crash through me.

I hate that he knows all of my spots. He knows my body so well that he has me in pieces underneath him making a mess of myself in only seconds.

“That’s right, your body is mine.” His voice echoes in my ear, without warning he bites down hard on my shoulder leaving a mark causing me to scream out, then the feeling is gone, and I’m left with the faint sensation of the crashing orgasm.

I still want it, but his fingers are gone, the pressure of his body on me is gone and my hands are now free.

I open my eyes to look above me and see that Heath isn’t on top of me anymore, but the trapped door is opening. “Autumn?” Cole peeks down into the tunnel. He looks confused as if he’s shocked to see me. He was probably looking for Nema.

“Why are you on the ground?” He asks, coming down the steps.

“I fell.” I lie. I can’t tell him my ex tackled me onto the ground and proceeded to finger me.

“Come on, let's get you up.” Cole comes over and holds his hand out for me. I’m still infuriated with him but I’m more shook by what just happened and where Heath ran off to so fast. It’s like he disappeared into thin air.

Cole helps me up the stairs and we venture out of the maze. “Come on, let's take you to the apartment.” I know he’s talking about his place, but I don’t care right now, sleep is sleep regardless of where it is.

The slam of the door wakes me up. I look around seeing the green numbers plastered on the alarm clock, 3:15a.m. It’s the middle of the night, who could that be? I quickly remember this isn't my apartment and stay in bed.

Cole’s bed.

I hate that I’m staying but I have no idea who is out there. Then someone says, “You brought her here!” Nema yells.

“Shhh be quiet, Autumn is sleeping.” Cole says.

“I don’t care about that bitch, why is she here? You said I was spending the night.”

“I found her in a tunnel when I was looking for you and she looked really fucked up. I may not want to date her anymore, but I still care about her.” Yeah, you care so much you fucking cheated.

It’s crazy how people say they care about you and do crazy shit to you. “Get her out!” Nema yells again.

“I told you to be quiet.”

“Then you’ll have to shut me up.” Nema threatens, then the sound of smacking and scuffing feels my ears.

You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m in his bed and he’s going to fuck another girl in his living room.

I hear them crash onto the couch knocking over something out there, but I just turn over and try to go back to sleep.

It doesn’t work, I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night as her moans and his grunts filled my ears but when 6 a.m. hit, I finally got a way out. I left them both naked on the couch with the door open, so everyone could see them and her clothes scattered in the elevator to the bottom floor.

I make my way back to my on-campus apartment that I share with Maya.

I know she’s not home because she stayed with DJ so it’s just me, myself, and I.

As I enter, the morning light shines through the cream curtains of our small living room giving the space some light then I spot something that I know wasn’t here before.

A small glass figurine of a spider. I walk closer to the black glass figure knowing only one person left it here.

It sits on top of a note with a vase of roses beside it.

The spider looks like Heath’s pet tarantula named Tundra that I got him in our junior year of high school.

Spiders are his favorite animal, a fascination of his if you will.

I pick up the mini-Tundra and set her aside to read the note.

Welcome home, Little Traitor, this isn’t over. I’m not done with you yet.

Now he’s just taunting me.