Page 77 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
I dropped my phone on the nightstand and headed into the bathroom to have a nice, relaxing shower.
The shower didn’t help.
I stood under the stream with my arms braced against the tile, while water sprayed down my back and my muscles remained just as tense as they were before I got in. My mind kept spiraling back to the glint in Issac’s eyes as he stared down at me.
It wasn’t anger. It was something else. Something feral and almost hungry, as though he wanted to take a bite out of my neckand lap up the blood. Ravi might’ve been the one he hit, but I was the one he wanted to hurt.
Why me? What had I done to him that was so bad?
I shook my head and shut the water off. It didn’t matter why. Issac would never tell me his reasons, if he even had any.
Stepping out onto the plush bathmat, I wrapped a towel around myself, then froze.
Written in the condensation on the mirror were the words,Go Home.
For a second, I thought my paranoia was messing with me, and I tried to blink the letters away. But they were still there. Long, languid letters that cut through the moisture.
I stood there, clutching the towel to my chest like armor, as droplets slid down the mirror, distorting the letters as if they were bleeding. My heart slammed against my ribs while my eyes jumped around the room searching for signs that someone was here.
There was nothing else—just the two words.
Go Home.
The door was locked. There was no way anyone could get in, right?
I turned and ran, barefoot and dripping, into the bedroom.
There was no one in the closet or under the bed. I even yanked open my dressers drawer like a crazy person, expecting monsters to hide between socks and sweatshirts. After that, I searched the living room and kitchen.
There was nothing. Not even a footprint. I had locked both doors, and all the windows were closed. There was no way anyone could have gotten in. I was alone. Or I should be. The air felt wrong.
My eyes slid over to the steam billowing out from the bathroom door.
Go home.
Did I imagine it? Or was someone watching me?
Issac
“Fuck yeah, you suck that cock.”
Goddamnit.
I grabbed a pillow and pressed it on my head to muffle the moans coming from the video Ravi was watching.
Was it too much to ask for one peaceful night? All I wanted to do was get some sleep, but Ravi was keeping me up with his porn, again. How many times did he have to jerk off? And he wasn’t quiet about it, or modest in any way. There was no way for me to ignore it.
The motherfucker was three feet away from me, with his dick in his hand, jerking it like he was making his own porn. He did the same thing the night before and the night before that.
This shit started the same day we threw punches. It was day three now, and I’d seen Ravi fuck his hand, multiple Fleshlights, and the two dolls he had set up on either side ofmyfucking room.
“Hey,” he stopped jerking himself long enough to throw a pillow at me. “You’re missing out. This is good stuff.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I grumbled back and slapped another pillow over my head.
“I am fucking myself.”
I was well aware of that. I had fucking eyes. Although I was wishing I didn’t at this point. Not that tearing my eyes out would do much to block his grunts and groans.
