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“Charlie, hide. I need you to hide, baby.” Scared.
“He’s over here.” Fight, fight, fight! “Don’t touch me.” A wail, a punch, both from me. “The bitch is dead.” “Mommy. Mommy, please, wake up.” Her cold, dead body… Hands, my tiny hands, shaking her. Blood. So much blood. Flashlights, police, loud voices. A gunshot.
“What’s your name, kiddo?” My name? “Charles Whalen.” “Whaley!”
To face the monster who was born today. The one who will reside in the back of the boy’s mind. The one who will manifest and turn into a demon. A demon he will never outrun. A demon who looks so much like my own.
Our rebirth comes at the cost of our souls, and now the devil will forever chase.
being pissed at Blaine,
“The dick nearly knocked me over tryin’ to get to the other jock. Swear, I hate that guy.” “Uh-huh,”
“Couldn’t make it through the first day of senior year without pickin’ a fight, could you?” Oh shit.
“Um, yeah? What’s up?” I question, not understanding what he needs. “My office. Right now.”
“What shit?” My tone is pitched, and I anxiously scratch the back of my neck before shrugging a shoulder. “I don’t know what you want from me. Can I go now?” He ignores the question, not missing a beat as he continues. “Where were you?” Isn’t that a loaded question? “I dunno.” “Bunk!”
“I wasn’t tryin’ to be. Can you tell me what’s goin’ on?” “You were gone for three days. Three days. No call, no text, no note. Do you know Badge was goin’ crazy lookin’ for you?”
“I’ll apologize to Badge the next time I see him.” I go to stand, but his fist slams down on his desk again, causing me to plop right back down in fear.
“It’s not that easy. This ain’t the first time this shit’s happened, but it’s gonna be the last,” he tells me, his teeth grinding as his stare pins me in place. “I’ve let you do this for far too long. You’re done now.”
“You’re done with all of this.” I wrinkle my brows in confusion, the words not registering. “Done with?” “No more pills. No more fightin’. No more leavin’ for days without sayin’ shit to anyone.” His
“Seriously, Bunky? What the fuck were you thinkin’?”
“I’m sorry, alright? Won’t happen again.” Holding my hands up placatingly, I expect that to be the end of it, but he keeps going, hitting me with another jab. “You need to actually try. Can’t just say it. What would Badge do if he lost you, huh? Or your brother? What about Raid and Silas?”
“Can everybody hop off my dick? I’m tired of this shit.”
“You watch how you fuckin’ speak to me.”
gulp, eyes widening as I take him in, and my whole body flushes with heat while I try to wrap my head around my emotional whiplash. Oh damn. Did he just growl? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that tone from him before, and I think I kind of like it.
He rounds the desk, his hands squeezing my shoulders in a vise grip like he’s trying to shake some sense into my head, but I don’t move, barely react because I feel like I’m spiraling.
“I’ve been too fuckin’ lenient with you.”
“You need to get your shit together, Bunk. I’m done with all of this. If you don’t, you’ll be dealin’ with me.”
I… Why… Wait… What the fuck is happening and why the hell do I like it so much?
face pinched as he waits for me to say something, so I blurt out the first thing I can. “Okay.”
realizing for the first time how great his bone structure is. Like if I pulled out my knife and cut the skin away, he’d be Hollywood-perfect beneath the layers. Oh, blood. I bet he’d look nice covered in blood.
“Shit, sorry, fuck. I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.” He frowns, taking a step back. “Look, we worry about you because we care. That’s all. Just make better choices.”
“You—You care about me?” “Of course I care about you.”
head like a scratched record as the feel of his hand on my skin electrifies me. We care. We care. I care.
Poor Whaley. His future was sealed with those simple words, because he’ll be mine and I’ll make sure of that. Whether he likes it or not.
locking around my wrist, halting my ability to move. I look down at his oil-stained hand wrapped around my tattooed wrist and stare with fascination. His palm is hot, so hot that it makes my skin flame. It feels like a volt of electricity has shot through my arm, lighting up every cell inside me.
jerk my gaze, our eyes clashing for a moment, and my brain fails. We’re locked in this trance. With him latching onto my tattered soul and me suffocating in his emerald stare. Come on, let’s go play.
“Don’t fuckin’ grab m...
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“You don’t like it when I touch you?”
I’m wearing a black T-shirt and old jeans covered in grease stains, but by the way that pierced tongue of his snakes out to wet his bottom lip, you’d think I was naked. “I don’t like bein’ touched in general.”
The only touching I need is my cock in a tight hole, everything e...
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“Hmm.” He fiddles with his piercing, one shoulder lifting in a shrug. “Sha...
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Before I even know it, I’m snatching him up off the floor, my hand gripping his throat and nails digging into his tattooed skin. I try to shake some sense into him, but it ends up smashing the front fork between us in the process.
“You watch your damn mouth.”
“Oh, fuck. I like this. Can you squeeze just a little harder?”
For fuck’s sake, he can’t be serious? I was aiming for threatening, and he’s… what? Turned on?
“I squeeze any harder and I’ll pop your ...
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“Shit,” he whispers, eyes falling closed as he wiggles under my hand. “That tone, the way you’re handlin’ me... Gonn...
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Wouldn’t let you come. Would edge the fuck out of you for having su...
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It’s entirely too sensual watching his tongue ring come out to play and the way his blood glides across his lip, making it a pretty shade of red. He closes his eyes again, like he’s enjoying himself, and I feel the zing of lust shoot straight to my dick. What the actual fuck? “Mmm,” he moans, his eyes opening to refocus on me. “I love that shit.”
” I ask, even though I already know what he means. I know because I feel the same way. Blood.
There’s just something about it, you know? Do you like blood?”
“I do,” he
“It’s heady, has that metallic taste, but also there’s a little sweetness too.” He holds out his hand for me, but I stay rooted in place, unsure of what to do next. “Wanna taste me, Whaley? I’d let you.”
My heart is pounding, sweat coating my skin as I look at his offering. It’d be so easy to take. So tempting. Yes.
The ride home is quick but uncomfortable with the way my dick digs into my zipper the whole time. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m this turned on.
