Page 38 of Tyrant

It’sdead silence at the table and in the kitchen. It’s like the three of us are fighting. Lia keeps looking down at her coffee. Naya acts all bubbly with her boobs bouncing inside her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra. She never seems to.

My head is rubbery. It’s like a hangover but way different. I feel so tired, spaced out and confused. Like my brain is working but it keeps taking breaks for a few seconds at a time so I lose that sense of time and balance.

The coffee helps a little. Food just about the same. I haven’t ventured into my bedroom yet. When I hit my bed I’ll end up sleeping for another twelve hours or more. My entire sleep schedule will get fucked up.

All because of some…

My body jerks and I bump into the table.

“Sera?” Lia asks.

I jump, knocking my chair over. I run toward the kitchen and end up at the sink. I’m going to vomit but I don’t want Lia and Naya to hear or watch so I lean down and try to turn the water on.

I end up punching the wall and letting out a loud heaving sound. My cinnamon raisin bagel makes a grand return along with my coffee.

“I’m right here,” Naya’s voice says as she touches my back for a second.

She then touches my hair, pulling it back and twisting it up into a bun, then holds it there so I don’t get puke in my hair.

“Thanks,” I groan.

“Fuck, you’re not used to it yet,” Lia says.

I turn my head and see her through my tear-filled eyes.

“Where the fuck were you last night?” I ask.

“No,” Lia says. She stands up. “I did nothing wrong! I went and found Ty. For you. He was the only one who could have helped you. You were…”

Lia looks ready to cry.

“Best not to attack when you’re the one who fucked up,” Naya whispers.

I stand up and turn to face her. She’s still holding my hair. Without hesitation she reaches for my bottom lip and swipes some water and vomit away.

“My advice? Never take a drink from anyone ever. You open the drink yourself or you mix it yourself. You’re lucky Ty was there.”

“Lucky?”

“Sera, I’ve been afraid to ask,” Lia calls out.

I look at her again. “What?”

“Did… anything…”

What? Huh, Lia? Do you want to know if I was… raped? Is that it?

Better yet, how about I tell you about how Tyrant took my pants and panties off and inspected me. Between my legs.

“You’ll be okay,” Naya whispers to me. “That stuff is hardcore. Depends on how much you take. You know that though. Whoever did this to you… Tyrant will kill.”

I snap my gaze back to Naya. “Kill?”

“For sure,” she whispers.

She leans in and kisses my forehead, lets my hair go, then walks away. Damn me if I don’t feel myself tingling. Slight goosebumps kissing my skin.

Does Naya turn me on?

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