Page 60 of Little Psycho

Slowly, her head turns and I can tell she’s looking at me up and down.“Why, if you already know who I am?”

“Same for you; why not take it off if I already know who you are?”I counter, waiting for her to cave.

Minutes go by before she moves, flicking the ash off the end of her cigarette onto the floor beside the bed.And just when I think she’s going to take the mask off, she turns way again and continues to smoke, obviously ignoring me.

“Calista, what was tonight for?”Smoke enters my lungs as I sit here with her, smoking a cigarette, using the nicotine as a downer to help relax my rapidly beating heart.

“Because I wanted to and because I can,” she sharply fires back, ice lacing her tone.

“I’m sorry,” I offer, not wanting to piss her off so she disappears on me for another ten years.

“Sorry for what?For enjoying it?Or wanting to fuck me again?”She taunts, blowing a puff of smoke right in my face.

"Both, I guess,” I admit, shrugging.“I know I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t help it—why did you come back here after all this time?”

Calista huffs, finally taking the mask off and setting it aside, completely vulnerable, her dark, hooded eyes finally meeting mine with no shield between us.

“Maybe I felt like doing something crazy.Or maybe I just missed you,” she confesses softly, her voice barely above a whisper.She chews her lip, averting her gaze.“I needed space, and now...”Her words trail off.

“Now?”I prompt gently, afraid to push too hard and too soon.

She smiles sweetly.“Now I think I’m ready to stay—to be with you.”

Relief floods through me, and I can’t help but smile back.“I’ve been waiting for you.”

She quickly climbs out of my bed and pulls her underwear and shirt on, going radio silent on me again.But I can’t really complain because I got her talking a little bit.Still, I’m drawn to the way she keeps looking at me—a darkness in her eyes that was never there before.She’s holding back and doesn’t want me to figure her out—but I will.

“Bathroom?”she asks, grabbing her backpack out of my closet.

Fuck, how long has she been here?

“Uh, first door on the right,” I explain, nodding my head to the right.

She nods and walks out of the room, finally allowing me to breathe for the first time since she woke me up with her knife to my throat and my cock inside her.My mind races while she’s gone, wondering the real reason she’s back.She wouldn’t have come to us for nothing, not since we did what we did to her that night with our fathers.

Even though we wanted no part of it, Calista doesn’t see it that way.She sees us as the boys who broke her heart.The boys who broke her trust.The boys who shattered her fucking spirit.And shit, I can’t blame her for it one fucking bit.We were supposed to protect her and we failed.Now's our chance to make it up to her by doing anything that she fucking needs.

By the time she comes back, I’m tucked under the covers with my blanket pulled up to my hips.The TV is on low, playing reruns of Jackass that I’m not even watching.My gaze falls on her body as soon as she walks in, drooling over the tiny black shorts and tight top hugging her petite frame.

Before dropping her backpack, she takes out a bottle of medication and dumps a colorful assortment into her palm, shocking the shit out of me.She swallows them without any issues, not even batting an eye as they slide down her dry throat.

Getting back into my bed, she now has a gun instead of a knife, keeping it grasped in her hand that she tucks under the pillow.I know that whatever she’s up to, it’s not going to be good, but I still let her stay in my bed, not wanting to push her away.

“Don’t think I’m letting it slide how you denied me my fucking orgasm,” she states flatly, closing her eyes before turning on her side, facing away from me.

I had always had feelings for Calista.It was her I had always wanted, despite everything that happened.And now that she’s here and said that she is ready to stay, I know I’m not going to let her leave my side again.But something feels off about the situation, and I can’t put my finger on it.

The air in my room feels heavy, with the weight of our shared secrets and history looming over us.I need to find out the truth and show her that I can be there for her now.As I look at her, I see the haunted look on her face as she switches positions.She’s still broken, still healing from the pain that we caused her.But I want to show her that I can help her piece herself back together.The old me would’ve backed away from such a broken and dangerous girl.But the old me is gone.The trust is gone—the innocence stolen from both of us by the twisted games of our parents.But now we have a chance to make things right.

Whatever she is planning—whatever darkness lay ahead—I’m ready for it.I’m ready to face it all as long as we stay together.

With that, I close my eyes, feeling the weight of our past and the trauma lifting slightly off my shoulders, at least for now.I’m determined to keep her safe and to never let her go again.

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The next morningI wake up to the sound of rain hitting the roof.A dreary look takes over my bedroom from the dark clouds and stormy sky, dulling the atmosphere.Almost forgetting about Calista’s little appearance last night, my elbow hits her shoulder as I sit up, jolting me right back into the memory of what happened a few hours ago.

I scan her body with an intriguing gaze while she sleeps, taking notice of every new tattoo that I've never seen, every beauty mark, every jagged cut, and every scar.I can tell that she’s been through a lot; I don’t have to know it, but I do.

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