Anyone But Me

by J.D. Frost

“Oakley,” he rasps, sounding as desperate for this as I am. He cups the side of my face with a trembling hand. “Oakley, please.” And just like that, my control snaps.

These last couple of days, he’s been… nicer than usual. His hits are softer and less frequent, his words not as cruel as I know they can be. And I don’t want that. It’s fucked up, I know. To ask my bully to keep bullying me. But, there’s just something so insanely hot about it. Everyone will see Asher torturing me, degrading me, treating me like dirt. But what they won’t know is that in these brief, private moments between us, I was the one in charge.

Jesus, I’m so fucking glad I pushed that kid over on his first day of school.