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“Fuck,” I bite, pleasure swirlinginside me.

He sucks faster, more eagerly, almost desperately. Every time I spill a drop of precum he licks the tip of my cock hungrily, and I struggle hard not to come down his throat. With the tip of his tongue, he tickles my balls, pushing me over the edge. I grip his head and fire my load down his throat, watching strings of cum drip from the corners of his mouth as he swallows. He grins, wiping the shiny substance from his lips and winks at me as he let my cock fall from his lips.

"Feel better?" he asks with sarcasm laced in his tone.

"Much. Now, let's go see what trouble we can get into with sinner, shall we?" I take my Birsa Thunder 9 from my waistband and cock it, satisfyingly listening to the hammer click. "Glocked, cocked, and ready to go. I'm in the mood to fucking torture her some more."

Two days later, River's funeral

Scarlett

I smooth out the black outfit I bought for today in the mirror, trying to look my best for River's funeral. The wake was held last night, and because he was missing his head, it was obviously a closed casket. It was difficult to be there, but as his girlfriend of almost five years, I felt obligated to pay my respects to his family, who were the closest thing to a family I had ever had. Going back to the cemetery where Carli is buried no longerbothers me. I’m so overcome with grief and trauma that my body is numb to everything right now.

For the past two days, I haven’t been able to eat, sleep, or do much else. Melanie and I have been sitting around the apartment like pitiful shells of ourselves. We are at a loss for what to do. The night before he was killed is still a mystery to us, and I don’t think we will ever be able to piece it together.

"Hey, are you almost ready?" Melanie comes up behind me, scaring me half to death.

"Yeah, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." I force a smile, and she reciprocates, reaching for each other's hands as we walk out of the apartment.

When the priest delivers his sermon and speaks about River and how he touched so many in the congregation, there’s not a dry eye in the church. His parents wanted me to sit in the front row with them, and I couldn’t look them in the eyes and say no, not when they had just lost their son. And in such a heinous manner. My gaze remained fixed on the casket the entire time, knowing River's headless body lay just feet away.

I remained curious about what had happened to him and who his murderer was the entire time. Was it someone who came to his funeral? Is it someone we know? The more I thought about it, the more it irritated me, and I gradually drove myself insane. I kept looking around, wondering if I knew who had taken River away from us all.

I fought nausea with tears and held Mrs. Wilson's hand as she cried for her son. My heart was breaking for everyone. River's death made me sad, as did the fact that Carli and Shawn had still not been found. That they weren’t properly buried like River. But at least some of us were aware of Carli's whereabouts. And now it was just Melanie and me. Only two of the five of us remained. And I spent the rest of the funeral wondering who would be the next to die between Melanie and me.

I didn’t want to officially lay him to rest in the ground, but I overcame my fears and went to the cemetery with the family to say my final goodbye to River, my first love. Normally, on days like this, the sun shines brightly, as seenin movies and TV shows, and everyone smiles through their tears, saying, "This is what he would have wanted."

The sun, however, is obscured by heavy, black clouds strewn across the sky, which is fitting for River and who he was. They cast a dark gloom over Salem, showering us with thick pellets of rain as we huddled over River's dug grave, looking down at his customized casket with dozens of rose petals and guitar picks scattered on top of it.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, amusingly to the beat of 'Iris' by the Goo Goo Dolls playing. My face lights up as I hear the melody, and my hips sway back and forth to the beat. The lyrics bring tears to my eyes, and I turn my gaze to his coffin, allowing them to fall freely.

Lightning strikes, flashing brightly in the sky, giving me the impression that I’m in front of a giant camera. I blink and collapse to my knees, allowing the pain and loss to consume me.

"Are you ready to go?" Though I hear Melanie's voice, I don’t turn to face her.

I’m stuck in a trance and unable to turn my gaze elsewhere. But I'm not even looking at anything. I’m simply stuck.

"I'm gonna stay for a while." Melanie can clearly hear that my voice is monotone and flat, which is not like me.

"Alright, what's going on?" She crouches down, rubbing my back to comfort me, despite the fact that we both need it.

"I just don't want to leave River yet." I can’t take my eyes off his casket, which they’ve lowered a little further into the ground.

"You're soaked, girl. Your clothes look painted on. You're gonna get sick."

"I'll be fine," I assure her, even though I have no idea what the night holds. And right now, I couldn't care less.

fifteen

Dodging Bullets

Saint

As I sit on my balcony and observe the devastation the storm is wreaking on the small town, I feel at peace. The video I recorded last night of Scarlett repeatedly stabbing River plays over and over in my head. For ever touching her, Blade severed his hands.His possessive ass.And Riley wanted to play around, so he chopped his head off. Since I collect skulls, I now have it in my collection, right alongside Shawn's.I can't wait to show trouble.

Just finishing getting ready, Blade exits his room while running his fingers through his thick, curly hair.

"So, I heard Nixon gave you head this morning." He grabs a beer from the counter, rolls his dark eyes, and pops the tab.

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