Page 12 of Rhet

“Blood above all else.” I stick my hand out toward him. He grabs me and pulls me into a hug.

“Blood above all else,” he replies.

He heads down the hall to his room. I step into mine. Immediately, my phone starts to buzz. Taking it out of my pocket, I see it’s my boy, Tarek.

“What’s up.” I say, closing the door behind me.

“I’m checking in on you. Heard about you and Charlotte. You good?” Tarek asks. I can hear music in the background and people laughing.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I hold my head in my hand. Am I good? No. I don’t know what I am, but it’s not good.

“I’m alive and dead at the same time.”

“Alright, so you’re a zombie.”

“More or less. Where are you?” I pull at the roots of my hair needing the pain to make me feel more alive.

“Mason Spalding’s house. This was supposed to be a party, but it’s more of an orgy.” Someone calls out Tarek’s name in the background.

“You left my father’s party and found your way to an orgy,” I reply, scratching behind my neck.

“I had to leave with my dad,” Tarek says “Spalding may not be your vibe, but I’m watching two girls make out in front of me while you wallow in pity”

Not my vibe, when I was in a committed relationship. Now it’s my vibe.

“I’ll see you in an hour,” I reply

“What? You’re coming here to this sex fest?” Tarek sounds shocked.

In the past I would never venture into one of Mason’s parties. They have a reputation for excessive sex, drugs, and booze. Today, however, I am.

“I’m not repeating myself, Tarek.”

Tarek chuckles. “You know what, it’s about damn time. See you in an hour.”

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The musicfrom the downstairs of Mason’s house sounds muted through the oak doors. I sit in a corner one of Mason’s guest bedroom with a glass of jungle juice in my hand.

“Rhet do you wanna come play with us?” the cute brunette asks as she slides her friend’s bra strap off her shoulder.

I’ve already forgotten both of their names, not that I cared to know them in the first place. Tarek was right, this is a complete sex fest. I can hear the people in the next room moaning. It sounded like there were more than two of them. Good for them, I guess.

I look at the two girls on their knees, kissing each other in the middle of the king size bed.

A normal man would have been panting at the sight of these two beautiful women. Me? I feel numb and empty. The only thing I feel is the hum of my simmering rage sitting below my skin. Rage at Carson for outing my brother before he was ready. Rage for the embarrassment my father felt toward Trent. Even more rage at the years and time I wasted on Charlotte.

“Rhet are you listening?” the brunette whines as she begins to kiss the neck of her blonde companion.

“No. Just shut up and eat your friend’s pussy,” I reply. The girls look at me shocked. I waited for them to leave, however they both giggle and did exactly what I had asked. I roll my eyes at their complacency.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, I pull it out to answer.

“Hello?”

The brunette undulates on the bed as her friend clamps her thighs down and dives in.

“Uh, Rhet,” the person’s voice sounds nervous on the other end.

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