Page 1 of The Midnight Confessions: Part Four

Prologue

Deep panic fills my body as I smell Kelter’s spicy citrus scent. It’s nausea inducing because of my memories. It’s thick, cloying, and I can feel my throat starting to close.

All I can think of is the way he held me at knife point the night after the dance. I lost all semblance of innocence on the grass strewn ground while my step-sister and her friends partied not far from me.

I was forgotten trash that day, and all I wanted to do was die. And now he’s back…

“Did you miss me, baby?” he growls. No… I would be so much happier if you were dropped in the deepest hole in the earth. Why is this happening to me?

Whose Cheerios did I piss in during another lifetime? Because I sure as fuck don’t deserve this.

Chapter One

ANONYMOUS

She’s right here, and yet it’s as if she’s a million miles away. People keep touching her, and now that fucker Soren is sniffing around her. What do I have to do to stake my claim on Cassie Shephard?

I’ve warned her, left gifts, what more can I do? I want to feel her soft skin against mine, listen to her little noises as she’s lost in her pleasure. Why won’t she let me do that for her?

As Soren smiles that smarmy smirk, looking as if he owns what is supposed to be my girl, I promise myself I’m going to kill him.

Maybe I need to show her how I feel, push her to see me.

I can’t play anymore if I want to possess Cassie. I need to just take her.

CASSIE

Pulling in a breath, I wince at how raspy it sounds. I don’t smoke, but the way my lungs hurt as I beg them to breathe belies this. Hands shaking, they reach up to make Kelter let me go.

Nails digging into his skin, I’m living half in the present, and half in the past, during one of the worst nights of my life.

“Let go,” I croak. “Get your hands off me.”

“Cassie,” Kelter murmurs, drawing his nose up my neck. “Fuck, you still smell like blackberries and vanilla. Is your pussy still as tight as I remember it? I’m going to have to punish you for letting people touch what’s mine…”

Why isn’t the teacher here yet?

The jocks chat and laugh, but no one moves to stop Kelter.

“Did you find someone pretty already, Soren?” one of them laughs. “Damn, no one moves as fast as you do.”

Jerking forward, I ignore Kelter’s curse as he’s forced to let go of my hair.

“I wasn’t done playing yet, Cassie!” he yells as I grab my bag, stumbling to the door.

Kelter may not be done, but I sure as hell am. I can’t do this again. Why is he here? How?

He’s supposed to be in jail.

Tears escape my eyes as I run down the hall and out of the building. I’m blinded by my tears, I can’t breathe, and my muscles are shaking. Running into someone is inevitable, and when it happens, my bag spills everywhere.

Falling onto my side, I lose it entirely. Huge gasping sobs escape as I wrap my arms protectively around myself.

“Oof… Cassie?” Marsha asks. I can’t see her through my tears, but recognize her voice. Brushing the back of my hand along my eyes, I blink up at her.

Not to be mean, but she’s the last person I want to talk to right now. I just want to fall apart in peace. Maybe take a shower, and then kick someone’s ass in a sparring session.

Anything for some damn control.

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