Page 11 of Sinister Valentine

“Get out of here now!” I command and she takes off running the other way. Wiping the pen off against my sweats and tucking it in my pocket. I let go of his hair and drop his head to the ground, rolling him to the edge of the cliff and letting his body fall into the river.

Taking my phone out, I see it’s almost time for Manhunt to start. I text Ivy and tell her to meet me in the cemetery. I need to let some of this pent up tension out and there’s nothing more satisfying than being balls deep in a tight cunt.

It’s time to play my Sinister Valentine. Let’s see how fast you can run.

Yeeting Dumb Bitches

Liviana

After I left the locker room, I slammed into Chuck. I had no fucking idea this was the university he attended and now I’m utterly fucked. He cornered me and threw me into the janitor's closet, threatening to send Dillon the video of me cumming on Hayes’ hockey stick if I didn't wear his jersey tonight to taunt Hayes.

I refused to play his little game so he slammed me against the wall, slapped me in the face, causing my lip to bleed. I pushed him off me, but he was too strong as he tried to slide his hands under my skirt, telling me not to tell anyone. I kneed him in the nuts and got out of there as quickly as I could. Instead of going to class, I went back to my room and stayed there until it was time to leave for the game.

Even when I met up with Syd and Zova, they told me not to wear the jersey, but I didn't listen. No matter the path I chose, someone was going to get hurt and I don’t need the drama of Dillon knowing what the hell I’m doing here. I don’t even knowwhat I'm doing anymore. I fought my parents tooth and nail not to come because I didn’t want to leave Dillon behind, but here I am, spreading my legs for the god himself. I don’t want to tell anyone the heinous things I’ve done. It’s not something I trust telling to anyone. Not even Dillon knows, and I plan to keep it that way.

Seeing the look on Hayes’s face when he spotted me in the crowd wearing someone else's jersey as he made the losing shot destroyed me. I didn’t want to hurt him, but seeing Chuck sitting on the bench watching my every move left me with no choice but to play his game, hurting the boy I can’t seem to walk away from. Now I’ve hurt him and I’m not sure what punishment I’m going to receive, if any at all. When his eyes met mine and I gave him that wink, his entire demeanor changed into something scary, like his demon reared its ugly head only to summon my own to play with him, except he left. I can’t fault him for walking away and I wish I could tell him the truth, but I know I can’t. Not until later, I’m hoping.

After leaving the arena, I stayed quiet while Zova and Syd chatted away about the game and what the plan was for tonight. I felt empty inside the more they talked about Manhunt and the rules. I didn’t even want to go. I don’t want anyone to catch me but him, but I know I truly fucked up. Why do I care so much? Why does he have this much of an effect on me? I only just met him two days ago, but with every encounter, he’s left me wanting, wondering, and needing more of him. Which only hurts my heart. Why? My heart shouldn’t even be involved in this shit. I don’t get hung up on boys. I don’t understand why this is happening and why this pull is never-ending, but it’s so strong that I can’t help but need to be near him. This emptiness wants to be filled but only by him. Nothing, and no one, is more satisfying than him. Fuck, where is he? I need to know what the fuck this is.

Hours later after finding Hayes, who dismissed me after trying to explain to him as much as I could without hurting him with more of my lies, I find myself seeking him out again, needing answers. Stepping around the corner of the creepy cathedral, I gasp, throwing my hand over my mouth as I watch Hayes stab Chuck in the neck with a sharp object. Blood seeps into the cold snow with every strike. If I was a normal person, I’d scream and run for my life, but my feet stay grounded until his eyes snap to mine and the person I know is long gone. His gorgeous blue eyes that shine so brightly are completely void against the white light reflecting the snow.

“Get out of here now!” He orders in a tone I’ve never heard before. I stumble back as I spin, running away from him. I don’t want to go find the girls. I don’t want to have to explain anything tonight. So I go back to the bench where I first spoke with him and sit on the cold cement, placing my head in my hands as I lean my elbows on my knees trying to get my head right.Why did he kill him? Why did I run?Just because his hands were full of blood doesn’t mean I was scared. I was just taken aback by the scene. I’d be a hypocrite to be frightened of him.Fuck. I shouldn’t have left.I could’ve helped him get rid of the body. But the tone in which he used to send me away was the only reason I left.Fuck.

Sitting here in the cold for what feels like forever, I decide to walk deeper into the cemetery along the cliff line, hoping there’s a clearing where I can just sit and feel the breeze against my skin. Being alone sometimes is better for me. I need a minute, a chance to clear my mind because this night is just fucked and I’m over it. If he wants to speak to me, he will have to come find me. I’m done playing his stupid game. Fuck it.

After walking for a bit, the gravestones start to get less and less the further I go, and just when I think I’m getting closer to the edge of the cliff, two people come into view. Hayes leans back against a tree with that same dumb blonde, who's yet again on her knees in the snow, sucking his dick. I watch for a split second as he pulls her head further down his length, groaning in pleasure and I fucking snap.Those groans are for me. Fucking prick.I make my presence known by stomping through the snow quickly. His eyes open and collide with mine and he smirks.This motherfucker.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shout as he pays no mind that I’m literally yelling while he’s getting his dick sucked.

“Do you mind?” he laughs and I growl.

“Oh, I fucking do mind, Henry.” I spit and that little word makes his eyes gloss over and narrow.

“Fuck, Ivy. Just like that.” He growls and I see fucking red. My vision blurs as I grip the bitch by her hair, yanking her off his cock. She screams as she flails in the snow, but my grip only tightens.

Bending down, I bring her face to mine. “That cock you just had down your fucking throat is mine. This is the third time I’ve seen you gagging on him, and I’ve had about enough of it.” I say sinisterly, and she has the nerve to laugh.

“Hayes is mine, you delusional bitch. Get the fuck out of here and mind your own business!” She shouts, clawing at my wristsas I headbutt her, throwing her to the ground. Looking up at Hayes, I raise a brow.

“You’re hers? But obsessed with me? That's rich.” I say and he laughs.

“Says the one with a whole boyfriend back home.” He spits and now it’s my turn to laugh.

“So instead of having an adult conversation and asking questions, you decide that it’s a good idea to go get your dick sucked after killing someone who hurt me. Make it math Hayes. You’re not stupid. Dumb, yes. But not stupid.” I spit as I see Ivy come at me with a rock in her hand. She tackles me to the ground, slamming her fist that’s holding the rock against my temple, causing me to see stars for a split second. She goes to do it again, but I push her off me and she falls on her ass in the snow. I quickly get up and grab her by the hair as blood drips down the side of my face. She screams again, clawing at my wrist as I drag her closer to the edge of the cliff.

“Liviana no!” He shouts.

“Remember, Sinister Valentine, you made me do this.” I say. Using every bit of strength I have, I toss her violently off the side of the mountain. I don’t hear Hayes screaming at me as Ivy’s hair flows over my wrist and her body scrapes along the cliff, dropping into the shallow river. My vision blurs as I sink to my knees in the snow. My hands shake as realization hits me that I killed someone, yet again in a fit of rage. I close my eyes as tears stream down my face. Not because she didn't deserve it, but because I let my rage get the best of me. I let it take over everything I know and worked so hard to overcome the last two years, just to do it all over again.

Strong arms lift me off the ground, carrying me to god knows where.

“Fuck, Liv, you shouldn’t have done that. Fuck.” He whispers against my forehead.

“Why? Do you love her?” I ask, and he laughs.

“No baby, I don’t. She was nothing but a warm hole to make you mad.” He admits and I sigh.

“You win Hayes. You fucking win.” I say, feeling completely defeated in this moment.

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