Page 18 of Sweet Misery

I said nothing and stared at my hands. Moments later, Roe and Ren returned, both looking as smug as always.

“We could fuck her while she’s unconscious,” Ren said, flopping onto the loveseat. Roe sat next to him and chuckled.

“No,” I snapped at them, the words falling quickly from my mouth.

“I don’t know about you, little brother, but I rather like fucking them when they’re sleeping.” Ren gave me a crazed grin that only made me scowl. “You should try it sometime. Bet you’d like it too.”

“Enough.” Mass held his hand up.

“I’m with Mass. She’s a virgin. Her first time should be special.” Roe grinned at me, his eyes sparkling. “Sever never got to close the deal with her in high school. Maybe he can watch me do it.”

I glared at him, my hands balled into tight fists.

“I don’t care who fucks her first. Have fun with her.” Mass lit up a joint and took a hit from it.

I didn’t want my brothers to fuck her. Not like this. While I did hate her for what she’d done to me, I felt it should be my place to fuck her first.

I wasn’t about to admit that out loud though. I would do everything within my power to avoid her. Seeing her just made me too confused. Too angry. Too violent. I was unpredictable and not quite myself. Not that myself was ever a fucking sweet boy next door, but with her, I couldn’t keep my emotions in check like I could with everyone and everything else in my life. I’d gotten used to the void of feeling, but now that she was back, I felt like a tidal wave of emotion was fucking drowning me.

I didn’t like it.

It made the madness I’d been tamping down emerge stronger than ever.

“I’ve never actually fucked a virgin before,” Ren mused. “Might be fun.”

I ground my teeth. I loved my brothers, but I’d be damned if they were going to touch her, have her, before I did. I’d paid my fucking penance and she was mine.

“Tonight,” Roe said. “Me and you. She can wake up to her virgin cunt being stuffed with cock. I’ve not had a virgin ever either. I think I’d like to fuck into the bloody mess.”

Unable to control myself, I stormed from the room amid the laughter from the twins and the indifference of Mass. Or at least it looked like indifference. I knew Mass though. He was just as crazed as the rest of us and there was no way in hell he wasn’t interested. He played the same games as the rest of us.

I went to my room and slammed the door before angrily pacing. Frustrated, I threw all the shit off my desk and let out a furious snarl before I sank onto my desk chair. I grabbed my sketchbook out of the drawer and a few pencils before diving in, letting my hand just soar across the blank page. I spent hours bent over the artwork, unable to stop myself. I used her drying blood as a centerpiece to my work.

Darkness crept in and the moon rose high before I finally stopped working and dropped my pencil, my fingers and back aching from the holding the position for so long.

I stared down at the picture before me, my jaw clenched tightly.

The scene from the living room greeted me. Arianna on her knees, tears flooding her pale cheeks, our names etched deep into her flesh.

Breathing hard, I shoved the picture away and got to my feet, pacing the room once again. With my fingers in my hair, I twisted the black strands, the feelings encompassing me far too overwhelming as I thought about her alone in her room, hurting, filled with fear.

Unable to take it anymore, and not even knowing what the fuck I was doing, I left my room and approached hers. Without contemplating shit, I pushed her door open and stepped into the darkness.

The only light was from the moon filtering in. I stood at the edge of her bed and stared down at her.

So fucking beautiful.

So delicate.

So… mine.

I swallowed hard at the thought.

I’d waited my entire life for someone like her and hadn’t found her. Now, the real thing was here after running for so long.

Mine.

Mine.

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