Apologies for the late update, but Alevel coursework is dragging me down! Another unkept promise, but I will try my best to make the NEXT chapter one that ties a few loose ends together. Enjoy :) x
The barman pours out her glass and she sips at the dark liquid, looking at you from underneath her eyelashes.
You wait for her to finish - completely mesmerized by the soft movements of her guzzling throat, and the way she purses her lips. She fingers the rim of the empty glass as she talks to you, words stumbling drunkenly over each other.
"Your sister's one of the SEXXBOMBS, isn't she?" she asks, the corners of her mouth curling into a malicious smile. It matches her brother's and it makes your skin crawl and your balls ache all at the same time. You nod, knock back a shot. Wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
"Incredible dancer," she continues, licking her bottom lip. "Have you been to her shows?"
"A few," you mumble, wishing she'd talk about anything else other than your fucking self-obsessed sister.
"Like watching her, did you?" she scoffs, arching an eyebrow.
You understand then what she's getting at - and it dawns on you that she's just as sick and twisted as her brother.
You cough uncomfortably, and shift in your seat, her eyes like hot coals boring into your soul.
You want to get up and leave.
This was a mistake.
She's just a little kid, practically.
But then she reaches down underneath the bar, her hands gently palming between your thighs, rooting you to the spot. She leans forward in her seat, her face mere inches from yours, hands grabbing faster.
Hungrily.
You feel like you're going to explode.
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"I'm worried about you."
"You don't even fucking know me."
"But I wish I did."
Cook looks at me then. A quick glance, but I see pain behind his eyes.
He wears an obvious vulnerability on his face, and it stings me that he thinks I'm too stupid to notice.
"Are they dead?" I ask tenderly, not wanting to push my luck any further.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Why don't they come to visit?"
"Freddie, I'm warning you."
And he means it, so I keep quiet. The mystery driving me mad. I prop my pillow behind my head, trying to loosen out some of the lumps.
He's only in the bunk above me - but it feels like we're walking on completely different sides of the planet.
I suppose we are.