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Blair stirs briefly in my arms, and I cradle her closer to my chest. I don’t believe I will get another chance like this with her. Tonight is a liminal space. We are in some fucked-up bubble, and I know that as soon as the sun rises, she will be back to the pageant princess everyone expects her to be.
My car is parked half a mile down the road, but Blair sleeps the entire walk. She’s completely spent, and I love that she smells like a mixture of our cum.
She looks like a beautiful, broken mess.
Blood sticks to her cheek and chest. Cum dots her breasts. My bite marks are imprinted on her neck alongside dark purple hickeys. There’s even a pink circle around her larynx that matches the width of my palm. Her hair has stray straw stuck in it, and latent tears still bead the ends of her eyelashes.
I couldn’t paint a prettier picture.
Which is why, once I drop her in the back seat and buckle her safely in, I take out my phone and snap another picture. For shits and giggles, I even take one with me in it.
I need the memories of tonight to last me a lifetime.
Blair is mine for the next few hours and I will take what I can until the spell is broken and she remembers the monster everyone paints me to be.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BLAIR
Iam well and truly fucked.
My head feels like someone is playing Whac-A-Mole.Poorly. They keep missing the mole and are just thwacking the blank spaces with the eagerness of a child hyped up on candy.
“Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am?” Our mother paces back and forth, her designer loafers thumping on the custom rug. “Both of my children gone.”
Josh somehow looks a million times worse than I do. He has his maroon hoodie pulled over his head and still smells like beer.
I woke up in my bed with no clue how I ended up in it. My body had still been covered in blood, sweat, and cum, which was not ideal. I’d groggily stumbled my way into the scalding hot shower and burned every trace of the night from my body…or as much as I could. Then I covered my body with the largest sweatshirt I could find to hide away all the remaining evidence.
“Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”
“Dad said I could go,” Josh shrugs.
“I—” Our father begins spluttering. “Honey, Josh is so busy with lacrosse. He’s allowed some free time. Boys need to let loose.”
I bite my tongue.
“And you?” She squares her gaze on me.
“I’m sorry.”
It won’t do me any favors coming up with excuses or reasons as to why I snuck out. None of it would be valid in their eyes. I am tired, and the energy needed to appease them is greater than what I have.
“I’m disappointed in you, Blair.” Her words pierce my skin. “I expected more from you.”
“Sorry.”
“The Langhams brought their son. You didn’t even get a chance to meet him.”
“Sorry.”
She lets out a huff and storms out of the room, our father trailing behind her.
I raise my foot sideways and kick Josh’s chair.
“Hey,” he whines.
“Seriously?” I hiss.
