Little Stranger (The Web of Silence Duet, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

the fucking asshole.

HA! Malachi, please!

Her betrayal isn’t something I can shrug off like everything else.

mhmm you shouldn’t!

Breathe, Malachi. Fucking breathe and don’t wreck the place.

Focus. Repress.

as dramatic and hilarious as this is. if he can have a small breakdown and then turn around to calm and regulate his emotions that just shows me he’s more than what he lets on.

Once I eat one of her apples and toss aside the core, I intentionally kick over her laundry basket and leave the toilet seat up, then place the chocolates on her table.

such a asshole lol

I can’t help but feel excitement—

I sit forward and open up my search bar, hunting to see if there’s any way to perform a hysterectomy safely at home, but I fail to find a single article.

Woah Malachi!

The little things she does make me feel all warm and fuzzy, and I need to remind myself she’s a snake with a pretty face and a tight pussy.

She rolls her eyes and checks her apples—always ten, but I eat one daily, just to annoy her more.

Asshole😂😂

I inwardly groan and yank the rest of her dress down her legs, pressing my forehead to her shins and breathing, trying to regain my composure

If Malachi was free, I’d want it to be him to make all my fantasies come true,

I know how to fucking talk. I do. But I just… can’t without making a fool of myself. I stutter, and my tone is all over the place.

This sentence is so much funnier via audio

In her recent journal entries, she talks about being lonely and that the marriage Mom’s set up terrifies her. She doesn’t find her future husband attractive from all the photos Mom emailed her and thinks he’ll most likely cheat on her like her brother did.

Firstly, I didn’t cheat. And secondly, we weren’t in a relationship either. I was her secret little fuckboy; someone she could teach what she loved.

set the record straight!

“I’m not comfortable around these people. They call me a weirdo like the kids at school did because I won’t talk. Please don’t leave me in here,” yet she didn’t reply, even when my letters grew more desperate. No reply. Not to this letter, or the one after, or the fifty-odd after that.

I even begged her in some of these letters, demanding to know why she hadn’t come to see me, if I’d done something wrong. I was in a state of confusion for so long, wondering—no, calculating—what error I’d made in the last few years.

I even told her, in a very messy letter—one of my last—that I had no idea how to control the way I felt about her, and that if I had got her pregnant, I’d step up even though I had no idea how to be a good father, that if she’d visit with my son or daughter,...

The reason you’re sore, and the reason your thighs are a little bruised, is because I fucked you, Olivia. And you loved it. It won’t be the last time either, little sister. I will fuck you again. And again. And again, until you lose your voice the way I did and silently cry until you realize you still love me.

I also keep talking to myself in my head as if my sister is in there, trapped within the darkness of my mind—it satiates me a little to imagine it; to believe she can hear everything I’m thinking, even though it would take me an hour minimum to actually get those words out.

Relatable

Wait. She’s heading straight for me. Fuck. My visor isn’t see-through, is it? No. I made sure it wasn’t. Can she see my tattoos? She has no idea I got one on my neck, right? Fuck, why am I sweating?

Come on, Malachi,

Say something.

“My name…” Breathe, asshole. “Kai.”

She smiles wide. “Well hello, Kai.”

Is she… flirting with me? Me? No, she’s flirting with a stranger. Not me. Not fucking m...

She’s annoying me at the same time as making me nervous. She’s basically asked me—someone she’s never

seen without a helmet—on a date. I could be an ugly motherfucker, a predator, or a murderer, and she’s just given me a free invitation to meet with her.

He’s so funny, awkward and relatable!

Am I so far from reality that I have no idea how to reply? Do I just simply reply “yes” and that’s it? How do I keep the conversation going? Do I ask her if she’s interested in sex? If she’s just looking for a friend? If her pussy is still tender from being pounded on her bathroom floor?

I have your mind. I have your body. I have your soul. The fear I instill in you. The pain I inflict when you defy me. You have a black heart, little sister, but I’ll own that soon too.

I stare at her for a moment. So beautiful. So fucking mine. “I’ll give you a head start.”

“Run, little stranger.”

“Take it. Fucking take it.”

Pulsing!!

My voice is deeper—a warning tone I’ve never heard from myself before.

i love how shocked he is by his capabilities.

I laugh—really fucking laugh, in a way I’ve never done before. My laughter is usually silent, a shake of my body while I smile, but this time it’s loud, my head thrown back, a genuine grin on my face.

him experiencing laughter for the first time is so cute

I stare at her, not gracing her with a reply. Inside, I’m panicking.

i don’t think you thought that through my guy lol.

“Give me back my locket.”

Give me back my eight years,

Malachi !! Lmfao! He so sassy.

Good—fight back, little sister. Don’t give in.

She talks about me a lot, about how abusive I was to her, yet she liked it. She liked when I was a manipulative dick and forceful. Then why did you testify against me, sweet Olivia?

cuz she doesn’t want to be disowned or disappointed. she can’t admit how she truly feels because she said she’ll lose her family. she also can’t fully admit that she is just as fucked up as Malachi.

I’m a hypocrite. I internally rain havoc on any warm thoughts of Olivia, but deep down, I fucking missed her too.

at least you’re honest with yourself, Malachi.

Poor little guy. He just wants to be understood, just like me. Don’t you, buddy?

I think since I met her in the airport, I knew how important she’d be to me, and when she learned sign language, and how to play “Happy Birthday” on

the piano for me, I thought I was important to her too. Years passed, but I could never handle being far from her.

I never wanted to be her brother. I wanted to be her first kiss, her first love, her first dance at Homecoming. I wanted to hold her hand and kiss her whenever I wanted. I was never normal enough for her—the freak without a voice.

She was the angel—still is to me,

I was the m...

everyone made up lies about me. I was the loser, the weirdo, yet all the girls wanted to suck my dick or try to make me fuck them

Olivia was my first—she’s the only person I’ve ever been with. I tried to tell Olivia, but she kept grabbing my hands when I was signing, and I couldn’t say her name, never mind all those words. She slapped me, yelled at me, then I got sensory overload and snapped. And I guess I saw red and ruined it all.

“The itsy bitsy spider,”

“Climbed up the waterspout.”