Page 68 of Little Psycho

She lets her ankles go and her legs fall onto the bed, her chest heaving from the deep breaths she’s desperately chasing.Climbing back up her body with a mix of our cum secured in my mouth, I reach down and squeeze her cheeks until her mouth opens for me.And then, as I’m hovering over her, I spit the cum out of my mouth, watching it drop in thick ropes directly into hers.I squeeze her lips closed and pinch her nose, cutting off her airflow while she chokes first, and then swallows every drop of cum I spit into her mouth like a dirty little slut.

“Who knew that you’d turn into such a nasty little fuck?”I grin, giving her a gentle kiss before I collapse beside her, panting and completely sated.

Afterward, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, a newfound understanding and connection between us that we never had before.We may have started out on shaky ground, but now we’ve grown, even if it’s just a little bit.

Tonight brought us closer than we’ve been in years, and now that I’ve had my first taste of her—all the sinful parts—I know without a fucking doubt that I won’t be able to walk away.She’s fucking mine now, and whether she knows it or not, I’m not letting her out of my fucking sight ever again.

TWENTY-SEVEN

VULNERABLE

I CAUGHT FIRE—THE USED

ASH

The next night, as I’m dropped off outside my apartment by one of my father’s associates, the wind blows, bringing a small whistling sound along with it as it travels through the empty trees around me.A light chill wracks my body, but I welcome the brisk air, hoping it eases the burning, throbbing pain that’s shooting through bones.

Bruises have already begun forming all over random parts of my body and face, and blood from each battle wound my father inflicted upon me because I tried to refuse his orders has dried.

I look like a fucking hot ass mess, and there’s no fucking way in hell that I’m going to let Calista see me like this.Not only that, but I feel completely fucking shattered—broken beyond repair—much like my fragile heart.

Overwhelmed with shame and disgust, I sit on the front steps in the dark, chain smoking the rest of my Newport's until my throat feels raw, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible.Even though I know Calista is inside, I hesitate to go in, dreading the look of pity I know she’ll have on her beautiful fucking face.

The guys always give me the same look when I return, so I know she won’t be any different.I understand they care and don’t mean to make me feel as awful as I do, but my twisted mind becomes overly paranoid, thinking they’re judging me for the trouble I’m wrapped up in.I know they’re not, but a cunt named paranoia takes over, flooding my mind with fucked-up, disturbing thoughts, especially tonight.

I wonder if Kill told Cali about the vile things my father does.Did he tell her that he gets pleasure from watching me—forcing me to do unspeakable things—with the high-profile members of his sadistic group for perverts?That he holds me at gunpoint, making me do whatever they want while he watches and records for his secret society of mentally fucked-up and disturbing friends?Most importantly, did he tell her that I’m still his favorite toy to use and abuse however he wants?That he rapes his own son when he’s drunk and sells me to rich, powerful people because he’s obsessed with the money they pay him?

I’m a fucking disgrace, and I can’t even bear to look at my pathetic self in the mirror.What I see looking back at me is a broken, tormented man trapped in a little boy’s abused body, and I have no clue how to begin healing from over ten years of trauma, torment, and manipulation.

Every time I try to break free from my father’s invisible chains, strong hold, and control over me, I never get very far.If I ignore him and refuse to obey his demands, he makes sure to ruin my life with horrible repercussions that leave a lasting impact on me.He’s thrown me in juvie when I was underage and put me in jail after I turned 18—his favorite place for me—using his connections to ensue the abuse continued behind bars.

I shake my head, trying to jumble the thoughts so they don’t make me even more depressed and crazy, but it doesn’t seem to work.Nothing makes sense to me, and at this point in my miserable life, I don’t think anything ever will.

The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that Calista is somewhere inside waiting for me, and after not seeing her for years and not being around her for even longer, all I want to do is just that; I want to be around her.

Cali had a smile that would pull me out of even my deepest depression, back when we were barely in our teens.Now I never see it.

Her eyes sparkled with hope and promise of a bright future, and I found myself always getting lost in them.Now they’re dull and full of shame and gloom, showcasing the kind of life she was dealt.

Her laugh was infectious, and you couldn’t help wanting to laugh with her.I felt lucky that I got to call her my best friend, and secretly, someone who I fell in love with before I knew what love meant.There was something special about her, and it made her even more attractive to me.

But everything changed overnight, and it never was the same again.

I know we betrayed her at her birthday that night, but we were following orders from our parents.Knowing what they could do if we refused, we figured the only way to protect ourselves and possibly stay alive was to do as we were told...which pretty much meant run a train on Calista while they filmed it and jerked off to the sight of the four of us.It still makes me sick.Even the fact that I knew Cali forgave us for it, even told us not to worry about her, to listen to our fathers—she was fucking amazing like that.

But because we listened to them, we never saw her again, and our lives at home grew progressively worse while she was locked in the attic of her house, chained to the bed like a fucking prisoner.

No wonder bodies keep popping up rather quickly; she’s a little determined psycho out for one thing: revenge.And if what I’m thinking is right—that she’s out for us too—then this whole random visit could be a fucking trap for us.

Shit, we could be next, and if we are, I think I’d be okay with it.After the life I’ve lived in such a short time, all the hell, torture, and abuse, I’m ready to die and see what’s waiting for me on the other side.

With a deep breath and heavy heart, I head towards the door, my body screaming in protest with every step.Pushing the door open, I see her waiting for me, her eyes filled with concern and love—not pity.And for the first time in a while, I allow myself to believe that maybe there’s hope for me after all.

Looking around the apartment when I realize she’s alone, my brows pinch in confusion.“Where is everyone else?”

“Dom went to work and Killian went to a race; he said we could swing by if we wanted to.”She smiles nervously, and it’s the first time ever that I see how vulnerable she really is.

“You can go but I’m not in the racing mood tonight.”Keeping my hoodie and shoes on, I sink into the couch beside her, trying to leave a little space between us so she doesn’t feel overwhelmed.

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