Page 17 of Sinful Little Lies

To think she’s so fucking stubborn when she’s awake is the biggest contradictory known to mankind. But now that I know the severity of her situation, it makes sense why she keeps her guard up and her circle small.

Her worries and anxieties show on her face like a tell-all documentary. She thinks she does a good job of hiding them, but I can read her like a book. But when she’s asleep, my precious little lady looks nothing but peaceful. My mind floods with questions of why that is.

Does she always look this delicate when she’s sleeping? Is she sleeping this good because she’s under my covers, surrounded by my scent?

Slipping into the room, I close the door behind me gently and beeline to the bathroom. I undress and stuff the bloody clothes and shoes into a trash bag. A nice shower is what I need to calm down my mind and the raging boner that hasn’t subsided in the slightest.

I finish my shower and dress, then slide into the bed next to her. I urge my dick to not spring up and ruin this moment. Her sweet scent of blackberry and cocoa butter fills my nostrils as Iinhale. Her back is to me, so I take the risk of leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

My lips press against her hair and my heart thrashes in my chest. The touch is innocent, yet my throbbing cock begs to differ. Forcing myself to remove my lips from her head, I lay down on my side and face her back.

I reach down to adjust myself so I can try to find sleep when the bed moves and my eyes shoot upward to look at V as she rolls over and scoots closer to me. She pulls her body into mine, nestling her head under my jaw and curling herself around me. It doesn't matter how hard I try to stop it; my cock jerks and I’m sure I cum a little in my pants at the fact she just willingly--even if it was unconsciously–snuggled into me.

Not wanting to wake her up in the horror that she’ll realize she's cuddling me and back away or worse, fucking leave again, I stay still. I don’t move a muscle regardless of the pain in my shoulder with my arm halfway to my aching dick. I just close my eyes as my heart threatens to burst through my chest and fall asleep with her warmth wrapped around me and a soft smile on my face.

11

VERENA

A few dayshave passed and I’ve successfully dodged all of Leo’s calls and texts. I haven’t spoken to him and as much as I want to keep it that way; I know he’ll come looking for me sooner or later.

The idea of whether or not I should leave him has been tossed around in my head since the abuse started. But lately, it’s been on my mind more frequently. Logically, I know I should. And part of me wants to, but a larger part of me is scared.

Scared of his reaction. Of what he’ll do to me in retaliation.

Do I really want to find out?

Will Isurviveif I try to leave him? Will I survive if Istay?

If death is the only way out, then hopefully once I’m six feet under, I can finally rest in fucking peace.

Sighing, I get out of bed and head to the kitchen to make some coffee. My phone pings and I open it, checking the notification that just came through.

Oh, fuck. My period is late.

He cannot know that my period is late. Leo doesn’t want kids. He loves nothing more than to be selfish with his possessions, especially his money. Where he used to dish it out on fancy dinners and wines, now I can’t even ask him for so much asan extra twenty dollars for groceries. Spending his hard earned check on useless shit is his specialty; he’d win a gold medal in that Olympic category. And after everything that he’s put me through, having his babies is not something that’s on my bucket list.

Clicking on the notification, the app opens up to show me that I am not one or two days late, but five.Fivefucking days.

The room starts spinning and my vision blurs slightly. I grab onto the doorframe to steady myself, and bile rises in my throat. Grabbing the small trash can by the door, I hover over it and release the contents of last night’s dinner into it, the putrid smell filling the room.

I dart to my bathroom and rinse out my mouth, then dig in the cabinets underneath the sink. “Fuck. Where is it?! I saw it here just last week!” I whisper-scream, careful not to wake up the other girls. I rummage through haircare products and makeup just to come up empty.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, afraid of what this may mean for my future.

It’s the asscrack of dawn and no stores are open yet, not to mention the trek to the store and back would make me late for class. A lightbulb goes off in my head and I’m racing to grab my slippers, keys, and phone. I always keep an extra test at Leo’s apartment. It’s hidden in the guest bathroom, stored in the first-aid kit. Checking the time, I know he’s at the halfway point of his shift and should be at work for a few more hours. The good thing about knowing his schedule, I can avoid running into him at a time like this.

Twistingthe key into the lock, I quietly enter Leo’s place. Out of habit, I remove my shoes and make a beeline towards the guest bathroom.

Whipping open the cabinet doors, I spot the first-aid kit and swipe it from its place. I dump out the contents and reach for the pink box as soon as my eyes find it. Ripping open the box, I sit and begin to pee on the stick.

Popping the cap back on, I lean over and place the test on the sink. I remain seated for a minute, my leg bouncing at a quickened pace. I glance over at the test to see if the results are in, even though it's only been about twenty seconds. When I see that there is in fact no result yet, I rub my sweaty palms down over my pants while blowing out a puff of air.

A few minutes pass by and my patience is wearing thin. I reach for the test and close my eyes, afraid of seeing a positive sign on the little screen in front of me. After taking a deep breath and saying a silent prayer to whoever's listening, I slowly open one eye and see the bright blue horizontal line.

Negative. I’m not pregnant. Thank fucking God. Letting out a sigh of relief, I place the test back on the sink and run my hands through my hair, repeating the phrase to myself until my heart rate slows.I’m not pregnant. The test is negative.

I’ve been under a lot of stress recently, so it makes sense as to why I’m a few days late and continuing to worry about it won’t help my situation. I turn on the cold water and splash my face in hopes of settling my nerves. Reaching over to grab a towel to dry my face, I stiffen when I hear the front door close.

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