Page 7 of Mayhem

“That sounds perfect.” He begrudgingly agrees. The words slip through his lips while trying to hide his anger. I flinch but manage to keep the smile on my face. At least this gives me some time to find a reason to postpone for a little while. I am not ready to be married.

“We should celebrate.” Evan claps his hands and looks around his room. He usually has a bottle of cheap booze somewhere.

I get up and walk over to his desk. I open the drawers until I find what I am looking for, an almost empty bottle of tequila tucked in the back behind a couple of boxes of cookies. I grab the bottle and close the drawer.

Evan quickly looks down at his phone and frowns while typing furiously. I stop and watch him. Whatever has his attention is making him mad. He sends what looks like a few more texts before looking back up at me. When he sees me looking at him, he quickly smiles back at me and puts his phone in his pocket. I cock my head to the side and wait for him to explain. He summons me back over to him.

I sit back down beside him and hand him the bottle. We take turns sipping the tequila, him more than I. He tells me more of what he envisions our wedding looking like. He wants it to be on the beach at sunset with the ocean as the background for the pictures. He wants me in a big, puffy princess dress, which is completely impractical for the beach. I tell him that, and he waves me off. Evan claims he knows what he wants and won’t change his mind.

I nod along. Agreeing with what he says but not paying attention. We spent an hour talking while he drinks what’s left in the bottle. I grab the empty bottle from him when he pushes it into my chest, and place it on the floor beside me. Evan turns to me and starts kissing my neck. He groans as he sucks on my neck leaving behind a small hickey. He starts mumbling incoherently against my neck. The smell of tequila on his breath wafts into my nose, making me cringe. I have nothing against drinking, but I am not a big fan of being drunk. Looking at Evan now is why. He is barely making sense and he is acting sloppy.

I can feel his body tense beside me when I don’t respond to whatever nonsense he is saying. I sigh and do something I don’t want to do. I have never been confident when it comes to seducing him, but this feels necessary. I take my shaky hand with the bright shiny engagement ring and place it down on his dick and start rubbing through his pants. He moves his lips from my neck and moans.

“No flower, not yet. I like the thought of our first time being our wedding night. My perfect virgin bride.” His slurs most of his words, but there is still so much determination in them.

I never understood why he wouldn’t have sex with me. I know that he and Cleo had sex as often as they could. I had the unfortunate pleasure of listening to her brag about how spectacular of a lover he was. She could spend hours talking about theirmanyadventures in the sack. Whenever I tried, he would make up excuses. Every time he rejected me, I would feel worse about myself. I would always think it was how I looked or how I acted. Another reason I have always tried to be exactly what he wants.

“There is something you could do for me, flower," Evan whispers. He looks at my lips and down at his junk. I have never done anything before.

Evan looks deep into my eyes as I bit my bottom lip, extremely nervous. I slowly slid my hand over his jean-covered dick and rubbed. I could feel him slowly hardening against my touch. My confidence started to soar, knowing I was making him do that. I undo his button and zipper, before shimmying his pants down, leaving him in his navy blue boxers.

I have never seen a penis before except for porn, but I don’t watch a lot of that.

I pull out his semi-hard dick and start slowly stroking. I am so scared, but making him happy with this is better than him hitting me again. That has always been my life with him, making sure he is happy. Always doing everything for him and never getting anything in return.

I have nothing to compare him to, but he is about average size. I start to stroke him a little faster, tightening my grip a bit. I look at him from the corner of my eyes. He is watching what I am doing, mesmerized by it. Emboldened by his look, I lean over and lick the tip of my tongue against the tip of his dick. My cheek screams at me in protest, but I endure the pain. A small groan leaves his lips.He liked that.I lick the tip again before slowly lowering my lips over the head of his dick, sucking him a little. Another groan, a little louder this time.

I reposition myself on my knees in front of him. I pull his boxers off while he takes his shirt off. He may not have the most muscle or be extremely tall, but he is dashing in his own way. I smile at him before taking as much of his length in my mouth.

Ignoring the pain, I take him to the back of my throat, slightly gagging around him. He moans as I move up and down, attempting to take all of him each time. I have never done this before, but I can see why people enjoy it. The power I feel right now is intense- knowing I am giving him this pleasure is intoxicating. I look up at Evan and notice him scowling at his phone.

He furiously types something on his phone, his erection slowly shrinking with each letter he types. I continue sucking, trying to get him hard again. I want to make him feel good, but he is so focused on something that I don’t think he notices me here anymore.

“Is everything all right?” I cautiously ask.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute. I keep stroking him, hoping to get him back in the mood. Why I am hoping he is in the mood, I don’t know. This is better than the alternative.

He looks down at his soft penis and looks back at me. His glare is full of fury and makes me wince. He is mad.

“Well, if you can’t get it hard, maybe you should just go home.” He irritably replies.

I want to protest, but I know better. What Evan says goes. There is no point arguing with him, especially with what he did earlier. He grips my chin and harshly pulls me up so I am looking at him. He stares into my eyes and smiles down at me. Knowing I won’t fight him anymore. He pushes me back. I fall on my ass and stare at him with tears forming in my eyes. I rapidly dry my eyes and get up off the floor. I grab my things, kiss Evan on the lips- that he does not reciprocate- and walk out of his dorm room.

At least I borrowed my mom’s car. I did not want to wait for an Uber or possibly see Cleo again. I look around my purse for my keys before I unlock the doors and get in.

The drive home is not long. Mom is not home yet from her meeting. I let myself in and go to bed. I do not want to take a chance of her seeing the ring yet- or the bruise I probably have on my face.

She would never understand why I accepted his proposal, especially with the way I look right now. But isn’t that why I accepted in the first place? To stop him from doing something worse. She would say I was crazy for accepting his proposal. She would say we are too young, and I have my whole life ahead of me. I shouldn’t be tied down to anyone, especially someone who would lay their hands on me.. Maybe she would be right.

I place the ring in my jewelry box before hopping in a hot shower and getting ready for bed. At least I will get to see him one more time tomorrow morning before I leave. I close my eyes and drift off to a dreamless sleep.

I stare at my phone while Mom loads the last of our stuff in the back of her car. The moving van has already taken off across the country. I have no idea where she found a company willing to drive from Florida to California and then back again. She must be paying a fortune for it.

I don’t bother responding, instead putting my phone in my back pocket. I pick up the last box from my room. I check my face in the mirror one last time, making sure the makeup is still hiding the nasty bruise on my face. I iced my face in the middle of the night, hoping the swelling would go down. Thankfully, it did enough.

Outside, my mom grabs the box from my hands and places it in the trunk before closing it. She wraps her arms around my shoulders. I lean my head on her shoulder, as we both stare at the house where I have spent all my life. I grew up here. Most major milestone happened in that house.

Now is the time for a new family to make their memories here.

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