Page 40 of The Lies We Steal

She shivers in my arms, like a cold chill just hit her, that’s right baby, I know everything about your sweet ass.

I tighten my grip on her hands, leaning my head down to her shoulder, my breath zipping past her ear,

“And if you don’t do you know what I’m going to do to you? Do you want to know what I’ll do to your friend? What I’ll let him do to your friend?” I nod towards Thatcher.

There is a small whimper that falls from her lips, one I doubt she meant to let out. I grind my teeth, my cock twitching in my jeans pressed against her ass.

“Show me how scared you are.” I growl in her ear, the sound of my voice making her shake.

Give it to me, I want to whisper. Let me feed off it. I want to see her on her knees, looking up at me with those kaleidoscope eyes willing to do anything I want. I was so amped up in that moment.

I wanted beneath her skin. On top of her body. Between her legs. Feasting, conquering, showing her how hard she could come when she was shaking from pleasure and fear.

We weren’t going to kill them. That’s too easy. It’s no fun.

We were going to do what we do best.

Scare people.

And secretly, I wasn’t afraid of them snitching. What was a nobody from Texas and her friend going to say that anyone would actually believe?

“Fuck!” I hear Rook yell, his hands cupping his face as his captive, takes off towards the school grounds. I’m distracted by Rook too much to anticipate Briar digging her teeth into the skin of my palm, and shoving a forceful elbow into my gut causing me to release her.

Both girls flee onto campus, dust left in their tracks.

Rook and Thatcher, go to take off after them but I stop them.

“Don’t.”

“But what if they—”

“I have a plan.” Is all I say and for them, it’s enough.

They trust me. They know everything I ever do, is for them.

Briar

I felt sick.

Physically, mentally, spiritually, all of the ally’s possible in the human body.

For the past two days I’d been riddled with anxiety.

Constantly looking over my shoulder expecting to see a police officer or worse, one of them. Food barely had taste and even worse, I could hardly keep anything down.

Every time something hit the bottom of my stomach, I thought about the blood. I thought about the snakes and the screams, sending all I’d swallowed right back up my throat.

My insides were burning, acid reflux and the need to tell someone. Anyone. Keeping this secret that I had no business keeping was killing me on the inside. Eating me up.

My nights were haunted with dead bodies, death, and rotting corpses tossing and turning until the dull sun casted into the dorm room.

Nightmares of how my heart nearly exploded out of my chest. How my feet ached from running so hard and it still wasn’t enough to keep me from his clutches. I saw his eyes in my sleep, I saw them when he was on top of me, peering into my soul.

So dark. Evil. Fueled by so much hatred.

It made me jolt from my bed, covered in sweat. His voice ringing in my ears,

“Show me how scared you are.”