Page 46 of Broken Pieces

Lucky for us,the security in this fancy school is shit. Not only is the library unmanned, but the dorms don’t even have anyone to sign you in.

Everyday I'm here, it solidifies how much I don’t belong. I may come from the same rich heritage the rest of these students do, but I don't get the same luxuries as them. My money comes from my own work at the garage, well, came from. I had to quit my job so I could be here and I've been relying on money from Max. Of course, he gets everything he wants whereas Dad refuses to give me hand outs whilst I don't have a future in mind. Little does he know my future is veryveryclear.

Compared to me, Max and Violet look like they were born for it here.

Such a shame only one of them got to experience that happy ending. Even bigger shame that her happy ending is being taken over by the villains of her story.

When I reach Violet's room, I unlock it with the key we had copied months ago and sneak in.

We’ve got a good twenty minutes before she finishes up in the cafeteria and comes back here.

More than enough time to leave her a little gift.

All I’m supposed to do is place the photos we have of her on her bed, but that feels too boring. I want to make this game more exciting so I snoop through her things.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been in here, but still it’s fun to see if there are any new secrets to be found.

On her nightstand is that dumb little bear she gave Max years ago and next to that, her favorite book,Romeo and Juliet.How fucking tragic.

I remember spending hours watching videos online, learning how to put it back together for her. I noticed how well loved it was when she was reading it when we first spoke to her at our parents wedding. So I took it from her and glued it back together as best I could.

I can’t believe she still has it.

My heart feels a little fuller than it has in a long time.

As I slip the photos inside, I can’t help but feel a tiny slither of guilt for tormenting her, for telling her to stay away in the first place.

I was just so angry. I didn’t know what to do when Max was in the hospital and I ended up pushing her away.

Maybe we are taking things too far and if we just spoke to her we could sort this all out. But the memory of her in the library makes me weak for more of just that. We can play for a little while longer.

I place the book on the middle of her bed then start looking through the rest of her things to see what else she's been up to.

“What the fuck?” I try not to shout, but the fucking dildo in her drawer has taken me by surprise.

How have I not seen it before?

Seriously,what the fuck?

The thought of her getting herself off with it does turn me on, but then the image of another guy inside her pussy slams to the front of my mind.

She could be doing anything during the times we're not around to watch her. As much as we try to, we can't be here twenty-fourhours a day. She could be helping herself to every guy on campus as well as getting herself off with this thing.

Make that two things.

I pull the second one out and hold it up to examine closer. It looks weirdly like a bunny rabbit on one side.

How does this shit even work?

Like what goes where?

“You won’t be needing these anymore, little whore,” I mumble to myself as I take the batteries out. Finding a scrap of paper on Violet’s desk, I write a hasty note and leave it on her bed with the batteries on top to weigh it down.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I can’t just put them in the trash for her to find, so I shove both the dildos into the inside pocket of my leather jacket.

I’m so pissed off by the thought of her getting fucked by anyone oranythingthat's not us, that my dick’s rock hard from all the blood pumping to it.

Stomping over to her dirty laundry hamper, I pull out the first pair of panties I find and bring them to my face. With each inhale, my cock throbs and I have to take it out so I don’t leak in my jeans.

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