Page 24 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

“It doesn’t change the fact that you look at him like you want him to throw you up against a locker and kiss you there and then.”

“I don’t,” I argued, but Dustin launched himself at me before I could get another word out.

His hand came around to tangle in my hair at the back of my neck, and his hungry lips, laced with desperation, devoured mine without a care in the world that I was slowly suffocating beneath his heavy weight. He was a boy on a mission to show me what I had missed out on all this time.

I tried pushing him off, but my efforts were weak and I soon kissed him back, making more mess of my life.

His hand slipped between our bodies to tear at my jeans button and he popped it open, wrenching them down my hips and thighs, his touch rough and demanding.

“Fuck, Skyler,” he groaned, sliding down my panties too, and baring me to him. The cool air licked at my exposed skin, making me shiver beneath his heat. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” His lips descended on my neck and then back to my mouth. But just as his fingers skirted the apex of my thighs, he got dragged off me and tossed to the floor.

Nate hovered over him, soaked with rain and breathing hard, like an enraged bull.

My eyes fell on the shotgun in his hand.

My father’s shotgun.

I shot up in bed, about to launch myself at him, when he aimed the gun at my head.

“Move, and I’ll kill you. I gave you one fucking order. One! Don’t let anyone else see, touch, or fuck my cunt. And what did you do?”

As he jostled the gun at me, I whimpered with fear.

“You let another fucking boy strip you half-naked.” Aiming the gun at my bare pussy, my jeans halfway down my thighs, he growled, “Look at your naked pussy, Skyler. My pussy. It belongs to me, and now I have no other fucking choice but to decorate your wooden floor with his brain matter. What’s your dad gonna say, Skyler? He’s not gonna fucking like you spreading your legs for boys without a care in the world that your psycho stalker will come around and commit murder.”

I stared down the barrel, my heart thrashing in my chest. Nate was unhinged, even more so than I could fathom.

The gun moved away from me, and he pointed it at Dustin. Right between his eyebrows. Nate’s dark hair fell into his eyes as he glared down at the terrified boy who’d once been his friend. “Thought you could put your filthy fucking hands on her? Well, you thought wrong.”

Leaning up on an elbow, Dustin tried to reason with him. “Look, I didn’t know she was your girl.”

Nate’s voice rose until I was sure my father would come storming in here. But then again, Nate had his gun in his hand. “She made herself my girl when she hit me with her fucking car!” His eyes came to mine as he screamed out the last few words, and I flinched. Then, without warning, he pulled the trigger. Three fucking times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I screamed, my hands flying up to my face. Tears poured down my cheeks as slick, warm, coppery blood splattered on the wall and across my cheeks. It was everywhere. I could even taste the rich iron on my tongue.

“Now,” Nate said, grabbing my shoulder and throwing me onto my stomach. He yanked me down until I kneeled on the floor with my chest on the bed. “Ass in the air, babe.”

Sobbing uncontrollably as the scent of clean cotton invaded my nostrils, I cried into the creased bedsheet. Nate tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head off the bed before dropping it back down and squeezing my bare ass. The sensation of warm metal against my tight entrance stiffened every muscle in my body.

“He nearly touched this,” Nate growled, inching the gun inside me while I shuddered from the invasion. Adrenaline, fear, and horror threatened to have my heart clawing its way out of my chest. The stretch from the gun, his looming presence behind me, and his hand, which was back in my hair and pulling, were a threatening mix. I was fucking terrified, but I also shivered with desire at the depravity at play.

He fucked me with the shotgun and I held my breath the entire time until, finally, a treacherous moan slipped out. My jeans soon soaked through at the knees with Dustin’s blood while I kneeled in the large puddle by the bed. I didn’t dare look down. I couldn’t with Nate’s grip on my hair either, but I could see Dustin’s hazy form on the floor in my periphery. Call me mentally insane, but my body loved the threat of death.

“You gonna come on the gun for me, little killer. Coat it in cum. Make it nice and wet for when I choke you with it before pulling the trigger for showing your pussy to that motherfucker.”

“Please stop,” I whispered, my tone weak. I didn’t mean it. Not when heat swirled in my core and the orgasm was just out of reach. So close. So fucking close.

“You’re an adorable fucking liar, baby. Your mouth spews lies while your pussy creams all over the barrel.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, pushing back against the gun as the orgasm washed over me. Nate pumped my cunt until my knees quaked, and my muffled moans sounded in the sheets as he pushed my head down.

“There’s a good slut.”

Then he pulled the trigger.

I startled awake with a scream, clutching the quilt. My soaking tee stuck to the sweat on my chest. What the fuck was that?

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