Page 24 of Come Out & Prey

For a brief second, I wonder why she didn’t just grab a bottle from the pile on my bedspread, but I’m already a little tipsy from the first one, and the girls are buzzing like bees around my face. I take the one she gives me, downing it before telling the story of my parents’ tantrum when I got home. It takes everything inside of me not to cry as I recount Lucille’s awful words.

“Oh, poor baby!” Silver coos sympathetically as she adds more shadow to my right eye.

“I know,” I mumble, shrugging. A hand smacks my shoulder at the movement, and I frown, but obediently hold still. “She’s the absolute worst. She totally hates me. Who does that? Whohatestheir own kid?”

“Mmmm,” Pink replies, applying solid blush with a blender. “I think my mom does, but who cares what that washed up old hag thinks?”

“Agreed,” Gold adds. “My mother was the idiot who went careening off that cliff in a drunken stupor, so she’s no better.”

I say nothing in response. Gold’s mother’s case is still open, according to the Preynet. Most believe her father arranged it, as he quickly cut the brakes and replaced her mother with amuchyounger model. Even with the overwhelming evidence, Gold has never once uttered a word in her mother’s defense.

Brainwashed—they’re all brainwashed by the idea of power and money. They don’t see the danger right in front of their noses, but I do. They’re no less dispensable to their parents than I am, especially since they all have siblings, and I don’t. I don’t say that, though, because I’m just thankful they came over when I needed them.

“What are you guys doing to me?” I ask, suddenly feeling sleepy as hell and wondering when they’ll get done messing with my face.

A husky chuckle tickles my ear as Pink adds more concealer under my eyes. “Nothing, DD. Just a fun new look. You’ll love it.”

I nod a tiny bit, my mind feeling fuzzy from the alcohol. “I trust you guys. This is a lot… more.. your.. thing… than mine.”

“Exactly,” Purple says, looking at me with an angelic smile. “Just close your eyes and let us work, dear.”

Smiling, I sigh, closing my eyes to let my mind wander. Visions of the hot professors make my lips curl in pleasure, and the Heathers’ voices get further away as scenarios featuring twins play through my head.

“...is she out?”

“Almost. What the fuck is making the Virgin DD smile like that?”

“Who knows? Maybe she’s imagining Todd busting her cherry finally.”

The laughter washes over me, but I ignore it, snuggling into the hot guy in my dreams.

“Look at her... such a naïve little twit.”

“…have boned every pred in our group, even each other… the worst of us, and… hasn’t figured it out...”

“She’ll know tomorrow... I can’t wait to see her face after… Hyenas are freaks.”

“True, but high school dicks don’t match their appetites... looking for college preds like those sexy ass professors... Tiny hyena cock isn’t blowingmyskirt up anymore; I don’t know about you.”

“Agreed.”

“We’re still going to meet them, though, right?”

“Fuck yes. Girls have needs, C… unlike double D’s over there.”

More snickers echo in the room, but my mind is too splintered to really comprehend everything I’m hearing. That vodka hit me like a ton of bricks, and I’m just gonna sleep it off right here.

Was that someone opening the window?

Will You Still Love Me?

“Delores!Delores! Wake up…”

The voice cuts through the cobwebs in my head, and I moan, rolling over to get away from whoever is shaking my shoulder. It’s making me want to hurl, to be honest, and I can’t even pry my eyes open to see which Heather is doing it.

“Delores! Youmustwake up; everyone has arrived and your mother is on the warpath!”

Thatgets my attention. The girlsnevercall me Delores, and certainly don’t care about Lucille’s warpaths. The only person who would whisper so desperately is Matilda, and if she’s here, I must have overslept my alarm by miles.

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