Page 44 of Little Liar
Mom and Dad don’t ask where I’m going when I pass by them in the hall. They’re arguing, as usual, and Mom is pointing in his face, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit at how angry she is.
The guy has become so indifferent to her. They were loved up and happy on the camping trip, and somewhere, it fell apart.
I pull on my helmet, hit the button for the garage door to open, and head out to the meeting point only five blocks from here.
Mason is on his way there too. He said he was at some chick’s house and needed to clear his head. He hasn’t said much about me and Olivia since catching us last weekend. The only time he mentions it is when I don’t reply right away, and he asks if I’m too busy fucking my sister.
Most of the time, I’m ignoring him because I’m kissing her, watching a movie, or we’re jogging at our usual spot while she blasts pop music through our shared earphones and I stare at the ass that I’ll soon enough get. I think so anyway. If she’s going through everything else, surely she’ll let me near her ass?
So he’s partially correct. I’m not fucking her. Not yet. But I know the lesson is coming soon. There’s only so many times we can get each other off with our hands before it gets deeper—I’vefinally had my dick sucked, so we’re moving forward. I’m certain Olivia will bring me to my knees to return the favor any day now.
I’m starting to think I have an unhealthy fascination. She’s all I think about. Whenever something happens, I think of her. When I’m bored or busy or just lying in bed or hitting some weights, I try to imagine what she’s doing and if she’s thinking of me too.
I’m definitely in love with her. Soon, I’ll make her fall in love with me too.
“Are we heading to the lake?”
Some of us nod, and we speed off towards the water. The adrenaline I get from squeezing the throttle isn’t even close to how it felt having her lips around my dick, flicking at my piercings, her eyes on me, but I go even faster and overtake Mason and Rory.
The latter is new to the group. He’s still learning how to ride a bigger bike and crashes more than me. Even though he’s the height of a child, he’s the biggest party animal with booze and drugs, and the one who always asks me to invite him over so he can look at my mom.
He’s never been allowed near my house.
Three hours later, we end up at Mason’s place. His parents turned their garage into a hangout spot for us all. We order pizza, play games, and pass joints between us until someone turns white and vomits everywhere.
Mason is scowling at his screen beside me. I glance over to see the middle-finger emoji sent from a contact called “Cheerleader” below a message telling him he was just a quick and easy fuck.
I stifle a silent laugh and shoulder him.Did you actually get used?
He shuts off his screen and takes the joint from between my lips. “Fuck you.”Have you screwed your sister yet?
My eyes lift to the group. None of them can sign or understand it, but I still get a wave of paranoia at what he’s asked me in front of them all.
“Relax,” he says. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“What secret?” one of the guys asks, and Mason shakes his head as a reply.
My phone buzzes, and I pull it out to see a message from Olivia. I frown at the location pin drop, swiping through to see if there are any other messages.
“What’s up?” Mason asks, noticing the way my body stiffens.
I show him the screen. His eyes narrow as he reads.
Then it hits us both at the same time. Olivia is in trouble. We jump to our feet.
“Vizey’s sister is in trouble. Grab your bats and masks and let’s fucking go!”
Beats of panic smash into me while we speed to the location I’ve shared with them all. We nearly get wiped out by a truck on the way.
As soon as we reach the pin drop in the middle of an expensive neighborhood, the bikes are ditched, the balaclavas are slid down to hide our identities, and we sneak into the house.
Voices and music come from the basement. Everything happens so fast, I barely register kicking in the door, hearing Olivia tell me what they were going to do to her, and ordering her to get out before my bat connects with far too many faces. Parker’s my first victim—I break his fucking nose while he tries to argue his position.
I grab an ashtray filled with joint ends and crack it into the side of someone’s face, following with a knee to the chest and a punch to the back of the head.
A fist misses me by an inch, and the guy squeals like a pig as I shove the handle of my bat down his throat, jerking it to break his jaw in several places.
Warm blood splatters over my face and down my clothes. He vomits crimson on the floor by my feet, mixed with cries and snot. If he doesn’t get to a hospital right away, he’s screwed. I don’t care enough right now to bother with the repercussions of my actions. They were going to hurt her, so I’m going to make sure they never even breathe in the same direction as her again.
