Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
She stands up on her tiptoes and whispers in my ear, “Eventually, you’ll want me the way I want you, eventually you’ll forget her name and scream mine, who knows, you might have already done that… we did used to, swap.”
I freeze and take a step back. “I’m sorry, what?”
“How else could I steal something so precious?” She lifts her shoulder with a shrug. “I always give a sample first, and when they find out, they always want the full meal.”
Panic ensues.
Like completely takes over.
My mouth goes dry.
My stomach drops.
“Sophie—“
“—Do you want to know? Are you curious, Quinn?”
I am, but I don’t want to know. She would never, right? And if Chloe knew she would say something, on top of that, it just makes me feel like a prostitute between sisters.
“Hey.” Chloe walks up to the outside door, she looks pale and unsure as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “You’re here. I heard talking.”
“Yeah,” I cough into my hand and force a smile. “Sophie came to take you home so you could rest, or maybe to quick care? Are you feeling better?”
Dark circles are clearly evident under Chloe’s eyes. She nods once. “I’m good, just tired, I’ll let Sophie take me home.”
“Yeah, do that.”
“Let me just get my things.” Chloe smile. “Thanks, Quinn, it was a good birthday.”
She walks off, but Sophie stays, I mean, she pretends to walk out, then slowly backs her ass up right against me, pinning me against the balcony and her ass. “Yes, Quinn, what a happy,” She moves her hips and shoves them back against me, “Happy.”
What the hell!
“Happy,” She moves her hips and reaches behind her and palms the front of my sweatpants. “Birthday.”
My body responds, my heart’s horrified, and my soul feels a bit crushed, like I’m being completely used and have no say in the matter. No consent. Nothing.
I want to scream, but I’m frozen in place.
Any guy’s body would respond.
I’m a bastard, a horrible person.
I can’t feel worse in this moment, more dirty, more used—I think I kind of want to toss this girl off the cliff but part of me feels gaslit, I feel bad because I know she’s damaged, tortured, so I do nothing.
I take it.
I take it as she palms my dick as she reaches with her other hand and takes mine and presses it against one breast. “You know, it’s okay to want me.”
The. Actual. Fuck.
I jerk away. “I’m not something you play with, Sophie.”
“You will be.” She stops moving, turns around and looks down. “See? You can’t help yourself, none of them can. I look forward to my trophy when you finally know who you really want.”
With that, she walks off.
And I’m left with a boner for Satan and confused as hell.
Chloe doesn’t say goodbye, but she does text an hour later to tell me that she was throwing up and felt bad and didn’t want me to see it, so just left with her sister.
An hour after that, Sophie texts me one thing.
Satan Sophie
At hospital with Chloe. Don’t call.
Chapter Sixteen
Chloe
It sucks.
All of it sucks.
It’s always like this, I swear, and I want to feel sorry for myself, but when has that ever helped anyone?
I’ve been in the hospital a day, have heard nothing from Quinn, so I’m totally panicking that he’s freaked out and that Sophie pulled her normal trick where she tells the guy that I’m sick or worse just hits on him.
He can never know.
He can never find out.
I hate it.
Tears burn the back of my eyes. I really like him, he’s so sweet, so good looking, fun, he gets my sense of humor, he likes Garfield and Star Wars, he’s just… the best and I barely know him.
Will she take him from me too, out of anger at me being sick? Will she take every good thing I’ve ever had? And why the hell do I always sit back and let her?
Is it guilt that I get attention she doesn’t over my sickness? Is it my way of giving back to her in some sick manner?
Shit, we need therapy.
Love should not be this hard.
Family should not be this cruel, and yet here we are.
I lay back against the pillow and check my phone again. Sophie went back to the house, so I’m pretty sure everything is fine and I know Quinn’s probably just busy, but I text him anyway.
Me
Are you okay?
Quinn
Holy shit, you’re alive!
I laugh.
Me
Yeah, I just needed to do some blood work and then I can bounce out of here and come see you.
I say this as a nurse walks in, followed by another. Yay more testing. More questions. More, it’s always more. It’s been like this since I can remember. In the beginning I had my parents holding my hands, even Sophie panicking and then slowly one by one they just… left.