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Right now, Harper was on the other side of that door cleaning all that make-up off her skin. Meaning she wouldn’t have anything hiding the marks on her body.
Exactly how many bruises did she have? I could go in there, drag her ass out of the shower and find out, but that seemed too easy and not at all fun. Besides, I had a much better idea.
The girl’s locker room in Ashworth was a place I was very familiar with. I knew my way around those white tiled walls better than I did my own balls. It took some serious skills to sneak around in a room full of girls unnoticed, and this wasmybathroom so…
I made my way over there, pulled a key out of my pocket, and unlocked the door. I didn’t so much as glance the shower’s way as I strutted around the room, snatching towels off hangers. After that, I stopped and eyed a bundle of clothing on the floor. Shorts, a shirt, and a pair of pink panties.
I still had her thong from prom but that shit – motherfucking cotton panties. Fuck me. I snatched those up in point two seconds, then stopped to cock an eye down at her pajamas.
Yeah, fuck it.
I took those too. Like I said, nothing screamed defile me like fucking white bunnies.
On my way out, I couldn’t help but glance over at the steam filled shower. I could barely see her silhouette moving around behind the frosted glass. Nothing much more than a few curves and limbs, but it was enough to make me crack a smile before I slipped out into the hall.
“Let’s see you hide now, Freckles.”
There was no doubt in my mind that she’d try. She’d probably dart out and rush into the bedroom like a fucking fly after a lump of sugar. Oh, but I’d be waiting for her.
Every room in this wing was mine. I knew each and every one of them like the back of my hand. There wasn’t a single corner or crevasse I didn’t know about. Absolutely nowhere for her to hide.
I threw open the door to the room Harper slept in and marched inside. This place was a perfect example of how fucked she was. It wasn’t just a guestroom that happened to me next to mine. It was connected.
I looked over at the gold swirls decorating the brown wall next to the fireplace. I did a good job with that wallpaper, couldn’t even see the seam of the door cutting through it. Most of the time I used it to fuck with Silas. He’d pass out then I’d sneak through and paint his nails or some shit. Now that door was so much more than an easy source of entertainment.
It was my window to the truth.
Harper held onto her secrets for seven years. That took dedication. Unfortunately for her, I was just as dedicated and a lot more inventive. But first things first, I needed to find out exactly what she’d been hiding under all that make-up. Once I was satisfied that I’d found every mark on her body, then Imightlet her get dressed. If she asked nice.
A squeak caused my mouth to curl as I tossed the towels in a wicker hamper and sauntered across the room. Guess Harper figured out there wasn’t anything to cover up with. Aw, poor little Freckles has to expose herself.
I snorted and fell back on the tan bedspread. Well she better get fucking used to it. This was just a taste of the shit coming her way.
My fists balled as hurried footsteps echoed down the hall, but I didn’t move. Even when the door opened, then slammed shut, I stayed where I was staring up at the stars on the ceiling. Two five pointed shapes that were made with innocent hands.
One with a green H and the other a black M.
I’m not sure why they were here. They should’ve been left in my old room with all the other memories. Then again, I spent a lot of time fucked up, so there was a good chance I brought them here. Probably thought they were magical and Tinkerbelle would show up or some shit?
A high pitched shriek rolled through the air, burning my ears.
“Do you mind?” I grumbled. “I’m trying to reminisce about good times here.”
Like when I could forget about all this shit and shove a needle in my arm.
“What are you doing in here?” Harper’s voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard every word. I always did. The chick was literally impossible for me to ignore, and trust me, I tried.
“Clearly, I’m laying down,” I scoffed.
“Don’t you have your own bed for that?”
That made me cock a brow.
“This is my bed.” Every piece of furniture in the west wing was mine.
“T-this is y-your room?”
I wanted to see the fear I heard in her tone. I wanted to revel in the way her small body trembled, but I couldn’t pry my eyes away from those damn stars. They stood up there mocking me with what could’ve been. This wasn’t how I used to imagine this moment going.
