Credence

by Penelope Douglas

Jake

Ahhh!

But he reaches between us with one hand, his forehead resting on mine with fire in his eyes as he starts ripping open his belt and undoing his jeans.

WTF IS HAPPENING!!??

“About a week after I left her apartment and her sister called to tell me she’d died.” Died? I stop. “Suicide?” He nods and continues working. “Oh, my God.”

Thats so fucking sad bro!

But Jake turns around and charges right back to me. “That guy,” he tells me, “has a clubhouse in town for gang bangs, with a scoreboard on the wall, rating each girl on a scale of one to ten. There are no less than three hundred names of all the tail he and his friends have bagged in their short lives.” And then he points in my face, and I rear back a little, scowling. “You’re fucking lucky Kaleb found you and not me, because I wouldn’t have waited before you left before I fucking killed

Oh that mf is a menance fr