Page 114 of Ecstasy
“No,” I manage to say, my voice a croak. “Eli. No.”
Alex still doesn’t look at me.
“Yes, baby girl. Yes.” He sighs again, and I can see him now. He is dressed, and he’s got his hands in his pockets. He stares at me while he speaks to Alex. “She feels good, man. I know why you like her so much, even if she is a fucking slut.”
I flinch, cover my hands over my eyes.
He’s not doing this.
He’s not really doing this.
“Her mouth.” Eli groans. “She gives good head, too. Everything about her is just fucking tight and perfect and damn, when she comes, she’s so wet, she’s just gushing.”
No. No. No.
“What are you fucking talking about?” Alex asks again, and this time, he’s angry. This time, he turns toward me.
I drop my hands from my eyes, wrap my arms tighter around myself, wishing I could disappear. Wishing I could be somewhere else. Far, far away from here.
I shouldn’t have come here.
“I don’t know what—”
“Don’t lie, baby girl,” Eli cuts me off cruelly. “Don’t you dare fucking lie now.”
“What is he talking about?” Alex’s voice grows louder. He steps closer to me, and I can feel it. His anger. It’s like heat radiating off his body. “What thefuckis he talking about, Zara?”
I start rocking, my body in a ball. It’s hard to focus and to think and the alcohol and the molly are making everything so much more difficult. So difficult.
“Don’t leave me.” That’s all I can say. My voice is small and quiet, and I just want to leave. Just like Alex said. I want him to carry me out of here. I want to leave. “Don’t leave me,” I plead again. “Please don’t leave me.”
Alex steps closer. “What. The.Fuck.Is he fucking talking about, Zara?”He’s screaming now and I just press tighter against the headboard.
Eli says nothing.
It suddenly dawns on me that he’s enjoying this. That he likesthis.
I try to swallow but my mouth is dry. My throat is tight. “Alex.” The word is jagged. “Alex, please don’t leave me. Can we go? Can we just go?”
Don’t leave me here with him.
Alex grabs my face, tilting my chin up so I’m looking at him. “Tell me it isn’t true.”
I take a deep breath in. Out.
“Tell me it isn’t true, princess.” He’s pleading now. He’s begging me.“Tell me he’s lying.”
I want to. God, I want to. Tears stream down my face, hot and wet against my cheeks, running onto Alex’s fingers, still gripping my chin.
“Zara.” Alex sinks to his knees, dropping my face, his hands on my feet under the sheets. “Zara, please tell me it isn’t true.” He’s so quiet, his words little more than a whisper, and he has his head bowed. His head is bowed over my feet.
My heart cracks in my chest.
Eli is still silent, watching all of this unfold.
“Don’t leave me,” I say again, sniffling. “Please don’t leave me, Alex.”
He’s quiet, and then he pushes to his feet again, fisting his hair in his hands as he turns his back to me.
