Page 3 of Phantom
Nah. Fuck that voice.
“Let me…go!”
To evade them, I suddenly go limp. The cops don’t expect it and drop me on my ass. I immediately get up and sprint like my life depends on it.
The wind whizzes past me… I’m way too fast for the loser cops yelling at me to stop… I’m moving so quickly, I could win any race… Hell, I should’ve gone to college for track and field instead of singing… Oh, shit… maybe I can go to the Olympics after I graduate… Unless I become a huge star on Broadway… Maybe I could even do both… But no, fuck Broadway… I want myownstage—
My face meets the ground violently as something crashes me to the pavement, breaking me from the thoughts that were racing as fast as I was. I don’t feel it. I’m only pissed that someone had the fucking nerve to stop me.
I roll to my back, cursing, spitting mad until I realize it’s fuckingJaimewho caught up to me.
“What the hell, jackass? What the actual flying fuck?”
The jerk has tears in his eyes butI’mthe one he just fucking trampled like a goddamn linebacker. Jesus Christ.
“I’m so sorry, Scarlo. I had to. They were going to tase you.” He whispers watery apologies but still hands me to the two police officers.
Once I’m in their custody, they slam me against the cold metal of the police SUV.
“Oh, god, be gentle with her,please! She’s not okay. This isn’t her.” He keeps begging them not to hurt me, but they don’t listen as they brutally wrench my hands behind my back to cuff me, forcing a scream from my throat.
“I’m sorry, Scarlett. So, so sorry. He didn’t want me to do this, but youneedhelp.”
“Who the fuck is ‘he’? And fuck their help. Tell them to leave me alone, Jaime!” I scream, furious that tears flow downhischeeks, when he isn’t the one being fuckingarrestedright now.
He shakes his head as I’m brutally thrust into the SUV’s open door. The cops are talking to me, but I can’t take my eyes off my traitor of a best friend and the jazz radio in my head is up to full blast, tuning them out.
“Scarlett Day?”
I tear my eyes away from Jaime toward the driver’s seat to see one of the cops that wasjustin front of me.
“How the fuck did you get there so fast?”
The police officer frowns as if he’s confused. “We’re taking you to the hospital to get your knee checked out. If what your friend says is true about you being sober right now, they’ll have you evaluated and might have you committed instead of going to a drunk tank.”
I snort. Fucking idiots. They don’t know a goddamn thing about being crazy.Igrew up with crazy, until my mom finally did what was best for everyone and ran off. Good fucking riddance to her.
“I’m not crazy,” I hiss back and twist toward the window to berate Jaime for getting me into this mess. Only he’s already getting yelled at by someone I don’t even know.
But, oh shit, would I like to get to…
The man isgorgeous, despite the fact that anger reddens his fair cheek. He’s got inches on my over-six-foot-tall friend and I lick my lips becausefuckis he the kind of man I’d love to pop my cherry. I’d make him take that stupid mask off the right side of his face though. Granted it’s pretty hot, too. My mind keeps racing, imagining all of the positions I’ve watched on porn sites this week for the million times I tried to get off by myself.
But when he faces the police car as we drive off, the fury melts from the uncovered side of his face and everything hushes around me. My chest expands with much-needed air and my vision tunnels to focus solely on him. He mouths something I can’t make out, but the way his lips form anOshape makes me do the same with mine. His dark, mesmerizing gaze has me relaxing against the seat until the SUV turns off of Toulouse Street, leaving him in the dust.
I keep trying to imagine his shadow in the tinted window, wondering about the stranger who made my mind quiet for the first time since my dad was murdered.
Overture
PRESENT DAY
Sol
When she laughs, I imagine shoving my cock down her throat, sparkling tears glistening down her gorgeous face until I come.
But when she sings…fuck, when she sings… nowthatis true ecstasy.
From my perch in the theater’s box five, I can hear the gorgeous soprano perfectly as she flawlessly executes “Je veux vivre” from Charles Gounod’sRoméo et Juliette.My eyes drift closed in pure relaxation as my pretty little muse hits every note.
