![]() ![]() I close my eyes, the barely audible endearment more intimate than I want it to be. “I want to stand behind someone in line at the café or feel eyes on the back of my neck at a movie theater and not know if you’re the one and if we fucked once or not.” “I want to pass you on the street or in the hallways at school or sit behind you in church and not know it,” I tell him. My face was covered, but his would’ve been right there. I could’ve easily asked to see that man’s video. “Just like I don’t want to see your face.” “You haven’t asked about my motive.” His voice deepens. I trail into my bedroom and sit down on my bed, holding the towel to my body. They can drive away my mother and desecrate the memory of my brother, but I’m staying. He knows I’m just as poorly evolved as anyone. “Which one matters most to you?” he inquires. Or they bully anyone with less than they have. Thousands of years of evolution-get drunk and fuck.” “They have so much influence and what do they do? They get drunk and fuck. We still just want money, sex, and power.” I stare at myself in the mirror. “No matter how educated we are or how much progress our species makes, we never truly evolve. “Do you ever notice how desires never change?” I ask him, but don’t wait for an answer. “They walk around, doing nothing impressive,” I tell him, “and everyone worships them, even while knowing how they hurt people.” Tiptoeing.īut there are always more horsemen rising. And maybe, for a moment tonight, I thought the same. Not really.įour years ago, my brother thought he would be redeemed with the horsemen gone. “Why did you want them dead?” he asks me, changing the subject. I don’t know if he’s gloating, but I do know that I don’t know who he is, and I’m not going to indulge him. ![]() ![]() Like his mouth is pressed to my forehead. My chest caves at the softness of his voice. For a moment, it’s silence, just his faint breathing on the other end. I head over to the bathroom counter and look down, seeing the same number he called me from last night. Shutting off the shower, I step out and grab a towel, wrapping it around myself. Not with anyone else.Ī sound pierces the air, and it takes a moment for me to realize it’s my phone. ![]() I’ll never feel anything like that again. Tasting him in my mouth, even though I didn’t get a chance to touch him with that part of me. I swallow over the scratch in my throat, feeling where Eric squeezed, but I hardly care right now.Īll I want to feel is him. At least then I can prove it was self-defense. Not sure when that happened, but I force myself to check the rest of my body, worried about signs of a struggle but kind of hoping I find some to photograph, just in case I get caught. Washing, I clean my hair, scrub the insides of my legs, and rub at the dirt under my nails. I feel him between my thighs, wetting my skin, and I step into the shower, not wanting to clean him off just yet, but I’m shaking from the freezing rain. I enter my dark house, not bothering to lock the doors anymore, and tear off my clothes along the way. It’s not the cliffs, but I like it better here. I walk home, across the river, past the village, take a left at the school, and head up into the hills. I didn’t love that he called me that as much as I loved what it promised. On my arms, my clothes, my back and in my hair from being pressed into his chest. *Please read Parts I and II before this, and this is a spoiler for the Devil’s Night series. ![]()
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