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“There are people in the world who are destined to be played. Victims who wouldn’t be able to change their fate even if they went back and lived life over a thousand different ways.”
“And your skin feels tight, and the walls are pressing against your lungs so you can’t breathe, and your brain starts slipping sideways because the world looks so different now than it used to.” I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. “And you just want to run—run hard. And breathe. You’re crawling inside yourself. You don’t just want out of the room. You want out of your skin.”
“Because pain in the body quiets the pain in the head. It feels good, like a kill switch for your brain.
Don’t ruin his life. It’s not like he hurt her.
Hey, she seemed to love it well enough.
“We survive,” she finally answered. Survive. Submit, you mean?
Whisper it,” he said, his breathing turning ragged. “Whisper it like I did your name the morning they found me in your bed and arrested me, Winter. That’s all I want to hear. A little whisper.”
“You teach your daughter to hide in everyone else’s world,” I shot back, “and I’ll teach mine everyone else exists in hers. Go fuck yourself, and leave the kid alone.”
But instead of the creepy, monotone, and calm response I’d been getting, his chest shook with a quiet laugh. “Can I hide there with you?” he asked.
In his warmth. In his arms. In the thunder of his heartbeat.
No. The boy didn’t hurt me. Not yet, anyway. In fact, he was kind of an angel at the end. An angel with really black bat wings. Psycho.
The secret of life that everyone knew and everyone forgot was that we weren’t alone. We thought we were unique. We thought we were the first.
He fucked with my head just like he did everyone’s, and to coerce is still a way to force.
“This is black,” he said. “Fear, falling, release. Excitement, risk, danger.”
But I didn’t care. I wanted him to come back. I wanted him to hurt me. Just as long as he came back.
People were priceless. The things we told ourselves to justify giving up and falling in line like we had to accept anything less than what we wanted. Like fighting for your dream was a bad thing.
“You. I want you.” She peppered my neck with kisses. “I love how the world looks when I’m with you. I want it to be you.”
I couldn’t do this. She deserved better. Even if it was just this one time, I could do it right. It could mean more. Just with her.
Do you know what it’s like to think someone loves you and then you find out you were nothing but meat?”
“I told her that I wanted you,” I went on. “That you loved me, because there was no faking what happened in that fucking video, and I told her that I loved you, too, and I was sorry for stealing you the way I did, but it was the only way I could get close to you.”
“I told her that I never intended for anyone to see that video,” I admitted, “and I needed time. Time to convince you that you were mine and that you wanted to be mine. We just needed to be left alone.”
Sex was power. Degrading, filthy, mean, unclean power. Love always hurt. Sooner or later.
I would’ve gone to school, played basketball, laughed with my friends, and snuck into my pretty little girlfriend’s house at night to make love to her, delirious, with no other need than to be good, because I wasn’t so twisted that I needed anything else to be happy.
Tears burned my eyes. I hated myself. Because I wanted him.
“Because I was afraid of life without the hope of you to look forward to.”
“People are a blend of external and internal influences, not all controlled variables. Sometimes, just sometimes, we are who we are. Even in the sea, a snake is a snake.”
“It’s kind of ironic, actually,” he went on. “That I put all of my faith and energy into you for so long, believing a daughter could never be what a son could be, and as of right now, it looks like your sisters will be the ones with the real power in Thunder Bay. Not you.”
“We’re going to rule the world, Rika.” I held out my hands, grinning. “You, Banks, and me.”