Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

I dart to my bag, realizing that my stuffed highland cow is on top of the bottle of Hydrofluoric acid, and my hands are covered in blood.

Why do you have it

don’t murder where you eat, or however the saying goes—but

Sounds right to me

Have you ever tried to stuff a full-grown body into the backseat? As a former cop, I’d advise you not to answer that question.

Lol

With the damage done to his flesh and bones, it’ll be hard to determine a cause of death. Other than death by human bath bomb.

Human bath bomb sob

And meth, if you count that as a business—which it is.

Ded

But there’s nothing. I got blood on Buffalo, and now he won’t talk to me.

Why does it make me so sad

No, straight boys are usually my thing.

Classic

“You seem stressed. Need me to take a load off?” Micah pushes off the wall and approaches me. He’s always wanting something. Always wanting me. Doesn’t he know there’s nothing left of me to give? Never has been, never will be. “No.” My tone is harsh. “C’mon.” Micah bats his eyes. “You can be rough with me. Take what you need.”

Oh poor desperate boy

Ronan Carter, age 29, a former police officer of six years. Yeah. No way an ex-cop was out there blowing holes in people’s heads.

No no thats him

‘The cops are probably there already. Did you leave any underwear out?’ The voice is dry. “I said,” I grab Buffalo and toss him in the backseat, “shut up!” I hear him bounce off the seat, then the voice says, ‘Jesus!’ Immediately, I feel a flash of regret. I shouldn’t have thrown him. I’m still buzzing a little.

Is he schizophrenic? Im so curious

We live in the real world, and I’m no Disney princess.

You might be

“Is that a buffalo?” The girl in my interview room shifts on her seat and points at one of the stuffed animals on the table. “That’s a highland cow.”

Im so sad

“Buffalo!” She grabs the toy and squeezes it to her. “I have one at home. His name is Ben.” “You have a Buffalo?” I smile. Caroline has blue eyes and wild, curly hair that is barely pulled back into a ponytail. Caroline frowns at me. “No, Tim is a dog.” “Oh.” I chuckle,

SAD

Specifically, the bodies with the eyes stabbed through with a tattoo machine.

Ok Logan. Just make a calling card then

I feel my balls tighten up, and pleasure shoots through me. At the last minute, I yank Ronan’s pillow away and come on his sheets. I spurt hot ropes over and over, coming harder than I have in forever. I mark Ronan’s bed. This is mine now. He’s mine now. Everything about him is mine. I toss the pillow back over my cum.

Hes gonna freak the fuck out

“Well, then I’ll tell her you’re accosting me!” “Accosting?” I laugh. “Jesus, okay, Shakespeare.

Lol

Greyson clears his throat and puts on a joking voice. “Let’s go, fag.” I chuckle at the name he’s given me this summer. “Okay, pretty boy.” “Don’t fucking call me that.”

Ok grayson... Pot and kettle

I found out later that Greyson killed himself. Hung himself from the rafters in his room. Also found out that before he died, he vomited. And I wasn’t there to rub his back. It was all my fault. I stopped talking to him, and he thought I gave up. The good part of my soul died that night.

Im so fuckng sad

It’s a damn pill bottle. Nausea medication.

OH NOOOO

After about 30 minutes, I feel good enough to take another pill. After another 30, I feel less religious. Less religious and more exhausted. Fuck. This is one hell of a hangover. I drag myself to bed, shivering. Once there, I’m barely under the covers before I’m asleep again.

Logan you made him so sick you asshole

“Gonna come out and say hi?” the deep voice rumbles, full of threat, and I nearly jump out of my skin.

Gasp

“Sing for me.” I blink, focusing back on my attacker. Did I hear him right?

Oh no... They are both crazy

The silence is painful before the man shakes his head. “What in the incest? You’re terrible.” “Sorry?” What is going on here? “I mean, like, your voice is really horrible.” The man shakes his head, beginning to laugh like I’ve told the worst joke.

Well you already knew he wasnt greyson

“Get off me, fag.” I claw at him, trying to go dead weight and slide down the wall, but that only puts more pressure on my neck, and I’m sucking for air. “My name’s Logan. You call me that again, and I’ll shove my dick so far up your ass you won’t even remember what you look like.”

I think thats valid

It’s just because my body is programmed to like hickeys. That’s all it is.

Oh yeah?

Dad sounds tired. “We don’t allow people living in sin to come to church. Not until they’ve repented. Hate the sin, love the sinner.”

Lolol thats logical

I’ll be a good boy. I’ll make my parents proud. I’ll never be gay. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll realize I’ve been paying attention. Maybe they’ll say I wasn’t such a bad kid after all. Maybe they won’t stop loving me.

Ill start slicing

I move to pick up the music, mouth tripping over the word my brain knows so clearly, “S-s-scared me, dude.”

Oh they are gonna break me

Plus, Ronan always drove the kind of car y’all lifted the tire prints from.”

Oh noooo

‘Why is it that they’re hotter when they’re mad?’ Buffalo’s voice has gone croony.

Good question

‘Ask for a kiss before you die.’ Buffalo’s voice is a mix of panic and excitement, making things worse.

The cow is.smart

I glance around. Three plates? Who the hell else is here? Logan just calmly slides me a plate. “Eat.” I stare at him as he slides Buffalo his own plate. “What the fuck?” Logan starts eating. “I made him one. You have a problem with that?” “No, I…” I frown. ‘If you don’t marry this man, then I will.’ Buffalo sounds awfully pleased.

Omg

Logan smiles, giving me a little pat on the cheek. “Good boy.” And now, I’m suddenly hard.

Woof

A massive dude with a mop of dark hair and a skull bandana pulled over his nose steps in the middle of the frame, acting like he’s impervious to bullets.

Cal! Hi baby!

He hisses, but it exposes his right bicep, which has a clean cutout in a ‘U’ shape. Looks like a bullet grazed him. Or like a turtle took a bite out of him. A turtle bullet.

A turtle bullet

She sticks her hand out. “I’m Larissa.” My heart stutters. L’s and S’s always trip me up. I practiced her name, but now, in the moment, I know I can’t say it. I know the sounds will just get stuck in my mouth.

Oh im sad

I back up to the door, then trip on something else. When I look down, it’s Ember’s PJ’s. They’re bloody, too. No, not all of them. Just the bottoms. Sticky, sticky blood.

........

And just as suddenly, a wild rush of guilt follows it. Ronan isn’t my man. Greyson is. Was. How could I be so quick to replace him? This is fucked. Greyson deserves someone who actually cares to hold his memory. For years, I thought that was me. Is that not me?

Quick to replace him??? My love its been 14 years

Right as I have that thought, something slides and the bathroom door opens.

DAKOTA

My head spins with the alcohol. Okay. Maybe I have a small thing for Logan—the most annoying, bossy mother-hen killer I’ve ever met.

Cute

“I want to be your first.” My heart stutters, and I stare at Ronan. He…what? “Make me your first.”

Aww

I feel an odd sense of protectiveness. Not that I’m gay gay, but Logan is. And that’s just not fair.

Baby...

“Buffalo!” Ronan screams, and my stomach sinks. I look up to see Buffalo’s head in Callum’s grip as he presses it to his wound. And then, they disappear into the forest.

Cal you dick

Ryan nods, his expression solemn. “Yeah, Greyson. He’s been in touch with me, and he wanted me to tell you that he’s happy for you, and he thinks Ronan and Dakota are exactly what you need and deserve. He said he loves you, and he’s sorry.”

Ill die

Tears fill my eyes. This stupid motherfucker. I’m laugh-crying, and I squeeze the stuffed animal. He truly was my best friend. And now I have more.

Omg im crying

Ill die