His ankles are crossed, and his finger strokes the surface of his helmet, back and forth, in a controlled rhythm.
It’s him.
The one who’s been plaguing my nightmares more than that wanker Jonah. In a way, I should be thankful, but screw him.
If he thinks I’ll go running to him with open arms, he must not know what he did wrong.
I cut off eye contact, shove the earbuds in my ears, and turn up the music to the max as I march down the empty street.
A few steps later, I’m wrenched back, and I gasp when I see a car speeding a few meters away.
I pull out the earbuds to be greeted by a shout from the driver.
The strong hand on my elbow spins me around so that I’m face-to-face with my savior, who might as well be my tormentor.
His lashes fall like shutters on his dark eyes as he shakes my arm. “What the fuck did I say about tuning out your outside world? Next time, when you cross the road, you look first. Is that understood?”
I flinch as if each word is a whip embedding itself into my skin.
It’s probably because he’s touching me after such a long time. Or because he’s actually here. In person. After I thought I wouldn’t see him again.
Those facts are definitely messing with my head, because I’m resisting the very illogical urge to wrap my arms around him and hug him.
I rotate my elbow, trying to free it from his grip, but I might as well be caught by metal.
His fingers dig into my flesh, firm, unmoving. “I said, is that fucking understood?”
“Screw you,” I let out in a charged tone, surprised at the emotions that choke my voice. “You don’t disappear for two weeks, then start ordering me around. Who the hell do you think you are, Jeremy? My owner? My keeper? A toy on your shelf that you believe you can grab when you’re bored? Because I’m not. I try to be strong, but I get hurt, and I feel pain, lots of it. So if you’re going to disappear, do it for good. Stop playing with my feelings!”
Thick silence permeates the air, intertwined with thick tension and simmering violence.
I can see it in his eyes. In the darkening gray that blends with the night. Even his body has stiffened, transforming into one block of lethal muscle trained to inflict pain.
That’s precisely what I expect, and I wouldn’t be surprised after my outburst. If we were alone, I have no doubt that he’d bend me over and fuck me.
Punishme.
Make me beg so he can do it all over again.
However, his grip doesn’t tighten around my elbow. In fact, he releases it, hesitantly, as if that’s the exact opposite of what he wants to do.
“You have feelings for me?” he speaks in an unaffected tone, one that’s filled with so much apathy, my spine jerks upright.
It’s like he’s preparing for the blow that will disintegrate me.
He steps forward, towering over me, but he doesn’t touch me. Only his warmth strangles me, and his scent pools at the bottom of my belly.
“Not anymore,” I say with confidence I don’t feel.
“If you don’t, why would you ask me not to play with them? Are you a liar, Cecily?” His chest rises and falls as if in dissatisfaction, in anger.
His muscles grow rigid, and every particle of his body seems to have gained a presence of its own.
He reaches out a hand that appears so large and intimidating. I flinch, but it’s too late.
He’s already wrapped it around my throat, his fingers digging in the flesh with a firmness that doesn’t allow me to breathe, let alone move.
“Responsible Cecily. Selfless, altruistic, sacrificial Cecily.” His voice has dipped, and so have his brows, but there’s a slight snarl in his upper lip. “You care so much about your friends, don’t you? Your family, your little circle of foolish jokes and empty nothingness. You’re the mother, no? The one who ensures everyone is home safe, that no one ends up with a random pregnancy, drinks too much, or is all alone.”
I swallow, but even that is constricted by his grip. I don’t like the tone of his voice or the darkness coating it.
It’s like I’m talking to that masked stranger in the forest that first time.
As if we’re back to square one.
“And yet, you dropped Annika off your list so easily. You know exactly how lonely she is, how ecstatic she was to make friends. I don’t give a fuck if anyone else removes her from their lives as if she were never there, but you, you’re a fucking liar, Cecily.”
He releases me with a jerk, and I stumble backward on shaky legs that barely hold me upright.
His words might as well be a knife slashing through my chest and lodging in my bones.
So this is what he’s been mad about. It’s probably why he cut me off completely, too.
I resist the need to massage where he gripped me. “I love Anni, I really do, but I don’t like what she did to Creigh.”
“Are you Creighton?”
“Huh?”
“I asked if you are Creighton. You’re not, so why the fuck are you acting on his behalf?”
“You don’t understand. Creigh has always been distant and silent, and we thought she brought him out of his shell, but then—”
“Don’t offer excuses,” he grinds out before he releases a breath. “Just admit that you jumped on the bandwagon, saw what everyone else did, and chose to act the same because you don’t like being left behind.”
“I’m not like that.”
“But you are. Didn’t you refuse to do what you craved because it’s frowned upon by others? Didn’t you cry when I said I’d tell them about your tendencies? You’re nothing but a heartless, coward liar. Did you say I was playing with your feelings? Good. That way, I can crush them.” He brushes past me. “I have no use for someone who’s disloyal.”
Then he leaves.
Without a look back.
As if he didn’t just smash my heart to pieces and leave me to flounder in its blood.
CECILY
“Aaaand we lost her!”
I lift my head with a jerk that startles both Glyn and Ava, the latter being the one who caught my attention just now.
We’re having a girls’ night for the first time since Anni left about a month and a half ago.
This gathering includes a lot of drinking because none of us want to talk or think about the empty spot in our circle or the echoing sound of her absence.
We’re sitting on the sofa, dressed in fluffy pajamas, which was Ava’s idea. She said if we’re going to party at the house, we need to look like glam characters from black-and-white films.
So we’re all wearing her robes covered with feathers, faux fur, and everything uncomfortable.
“I was saying, have you heard the news?” Ava asks from her position on my right.
“What news?”
“Jonah turned himself in for drug acquisition and assaulting a minor.”
The bottle of beer tilts in my hand. I’m not drunk. Hell, I’ve just had this one, and it’s only halfway finished, so I can’t be imagining things.
“Did you just say Jonah turned himself in? The same Jonah we know?”
“Yeah, your ex.”
“Wow,” Glyn breathes out. “I didn’t know he was such a lowlife. You dodged a bullet there, Ces.”
My fingers tremble and shivers snake down my back and into the pit of my stomach.
“I guess Aunt Kim was right when she mentioned having a bad feeling about him,” Ava continues, oblivious to the sound that’s invading my head.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
“Yeah. This is so creepy. You really don’t know what people are hiding.” Glyn hugs herself. “But how did you hear about him turning himself in?”
“Uh, hello? It was all over the news. He’s the son of a higher-up in some ministry, and many are speculating that maybe his father is using his son as a scapegoat to hide his crimes. So he’s also under investigation. Following this whole charade is popcorn-worthy, I tell you.”
Mum and Papa probably saw the news, too. Is that why Mum told me she was there for me if I needed to talk about anything this morning?
“Cecy?” Ava grabs my arm, her voice spooked. “Oh my God, why are you crying?”
I pat at my eyes, only for my hand to be flooded with tears. Everything I’ve bottled up for years rushes to the surface like a tornado taking out everything in its wake.
My heart shrivels, my tears won’t stop flowing, and then everything just…pops.
“Ces.” Glyn’s eyes water as she grabs my arm. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“I’m not,” I admit, my voice low and emotional. Usually, I would never show them this part of me. I hate being vulnerable, even with my closest friends, but I can’t fight it this time.
“Jonah…drugged me until I couldn’t move, but he made sure I was still aware of my surroundings so I’d feel it when he tried to assault me. The only thing that stopped him was his revulsion when I threw up all over him.”
Ava’s lips part. Glyn’s eyes water.
Both of them are caught in a state of shock, and I understand. There was a time when I honestly never thought the day would come where I’d talk about that experience out loud. I thought if I buried it deeper, if I dealt with it on my own, it’d be over.
Turns out, the exact opposite happened. That night devoured my spirit and consumed my life. It wasn’t until Ava mentioned it the other time that I realized how much I changed after that incident. Yes, I was always an introvert, but it was only after that trauma that I closed in on myself. I quit wearing dresses and skirts and switched to jeans and sarcastic T-shirts because that could help drive attention away. Baggy, unflattering clothes. Just anything that didn’t make me as pretty as that night.
I know it’s a victim-blaming mentality, but the moment I realized that, it was too late. My soul had already darkened, and nothing was left to be salvaged.
“You know how sometimes I zone out?” I continue, staring at the TV, which is playing some Netflix film. “It’s because of that. I also have severe sleep paralysis that’s an imitation of that night. I feel everything around me, but I can’t move. I scream for help, but no one can hear me. Before you ask, I couldn’t report him, because he had nude pictures of me that he would’ve made public and sent to Papa. He would have used them to ruin my grandparents’ political and diplomatic reputations. My mum’s career. Everything. I just… I just didn’t want them to see me like that.”
I choke on my last word, and Ava envelops me in a hug.
“Oh, Cecy.” She cries in my neck, her tears slipping down my skin.
Glyn wraps her arms around me, too, sniffling quietly. “I’m so sorry, Ces. I’m so sorry we weren’t there.”
“You didn’t know. I made sure no one knew. Not even Papa or Mum. I thought I’d be fine, but I’m not. I thought everything would be okay, but I’m tired of pretending to be something I’m not. I’m so tired.”
The three of us cry in unison as they hug me tightly, shaking against me, their hands unsteady, as if they can feel every burst of my pain.
I hate that I’ve turned them into this mess, that I’ve become a burden, but I still take every bit of their support and cooing words.
Ava pulls back, her eyes red, face a mess of tears and snot. A look she hasn’t allowed anyone to see since she was a kid.
“I understand why you couldn’t or didn’t want to tell us, but if we had known, I would’ve killed that fucker with my bare hands.”
“I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I don’t think I am now either, but talking about it is the first step to getting over it. Besides, I didn’t want you guys to feel burdened by this.”
“Bullshit.” Glyn sniffles at my side. “We’ve been together since we were in nappies, Ces. We’re sisters from different misters, meaning we’re there for each other for better or worse.”
“Why would we feel burdened by a situation in which you were a victim? That’s bollocks! He should be the one feeling all these emotions and worse. He should apologize for being a fucking subhuman.” Ava’s voice breaks. “I’m sorry we didn’t notice.”
“You couldn’t have. I spent that summer with my grandparents and Uncle Kirian to recharge, so neither you nor my parents noticed anything. Now that you mentioned he turned himself in, I felt a tinge of relief mixed with anger at myself because he assaulted someone else. If I’d reported him that first time, he wouldn’t have done it again.”