Page 18 of Unspoken Truths

Instead, his large hand grabs my hip and he grinds his dick on my ass. His very hard dick.

“That’s one kink I didn’t think I was into,” he croons in my ear. “Mihermanita, please make it a point to call me that again. It’ll help me pregame before I have to go fuck one of the teachers. Call it my form of giving back to the community.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, jaw dropping as he releases me. I really can’t tell if he is or not.

“The Kings run this school, little sister. We just like to pretend that the teachers have any power,” he says with a shrug, turning and loping away.

Twisting to watch as everyone moves out of his way as if it’s expected, I shake my head in awe. There’s so much power in his body, the truth is he and his friends terrify me. It’s why I’ve been avoiding the hallways, and reminds me of why I need to get my ass in gear.

Turning away, I quickly walk down the hall, ducking through a small archway. This cuts through the school, and Liliana told me that sometimes it leaks a little when it rains. Most people stay in the more populated areas, and almost no one knows about the back hallway I’m about to take.

Liliana said it’s because teachers and the janitors use them predominantly, though there’s not a rule that students can't use them. The only other people who use them are the Carslyle Kings.

Blowing out a breath, I open the small door halfway down this corridor, slipping inside. The light is dim since there aren’t any windows here. Lightbulbs that seem to snap and crack are spaced four feet apart along the ceiling, and it makes my skin erupt in goosebumps.

“This is better than the main hallways,” I whisper to myself as I force my legs to move.

I’m jumpy after seeing my stepbrother, and I hate that his words fill my mind with questions about Liliana. I don’t know her at all. She could be working with the Kings, or be waiting to fuck me over for her own entertainment. My fingers slide my skirt up as I walk, touching the knife on my thigh.

And yet… she immediately made sure I’d be safer than I was yesterday. She showed me the ropes of the school, and promised to help keep me safe. I hate that I’m so suspicious, my mind racing, reminding me that I haven’t seen the worst of humanity.

I’m only sixteen. There’s always something or someone worse than what I’ve experienced. It’s a sad fact of humanity that demons wear human clothing, walk the earth, and exist to see how far they can take things.

Except, I’ve been staring depression and sorrow in the face every day since I was twelve, so my ability to bend is unparalleled. I’ll bounce back, I won’t break, and I whisper that in my mind as my feet move faster to the doorway I need to exit.

Opening it slowly, I slide out into the hallway as if I’ve always been here. No one blinks an eye as I walk into my class. I don’t want to make any waves unless it’s to shine in the classroom.

Finding a seat, I look around to make sure there’s not assigned seating. A couple of my classes have had it, while other teachers don’t care. I didn’t get to attend this class due to the drowning in mud incident yesterday.

“Miss Thomas?” the teacher asks from the front of the class. His hair is cut severely, his glasses appear to enhance his glare as he leans over his large desk.

“Yes, sir,” I respond, unsure if he wants me to come over. I’m sitting in the middle of the room, feeling as if I’m on unsteady ground. I hate being the new girl, especially here.

I found out from Liliana as she was walking me around today that the school rarely takes new students, and the waitlist is long and spans years. The school is full of students whose families have been attending here for generations and the grade levels range from preschool to twelfth grade.

There are some students that live with host families if they live outside of Portland. They only go home to their families for holidays, something I was surprised to learn.

“A moment, please,” Professor Richardson growls.

Dropping my backpack to the ground, I get up quickly to walk to his desk.

“Of course, sir,” I murmur, eyes wide.

“I’m not going to eat you,” he says with a smirk. “I know this school is a big change probably from anything that you’re used to.”

My head nods sharply, wondering where he’s going with this.

“My records show yesterday was your first day, but you weren’t present in my class. Is there a reason for this?” he asks.

“There was,” I tell him, waiting for his next question. The less I say the better. I’m not protecting Jared, but myself.

The wrong answer could lead to repercussions I’m not prepared for. Liliana may be helping me navigate the school, but I’m finding that the Kings have their own rules only they know.

Professor Richardson waits a beat before nodding. “Let’s try to limit the absences, Miss Thomas, alright? You’re jumping in at an odd time in the semester, and things will only get more difficult,” he reminds me.

Starting at a new school, especially Carlysle Prep, in mid April probably wasn’t a good life choice. Got it.

“Yes, sir,” I say, nodding.

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