I am an only child. Well, as far as I know. See, my mom is a surgeon, as I said before. My dad couldn't deal with her. If she wasn't being nasty and hateful, one would assume that she wasn't alive. So he left. I don't really remember it. I was around six years old, I'd say. My mom was convinced there was another woman. And one would assume there was, considering he moved out of state and found a new family. So he left me with her, and that is the most cruel thing he could have done to me. I would have been better off raised by dogs.
See, my grandmother, his mother, is one of the nicest people in the world. She choses to live in denial that her son ran off and lost contact with the world. She pretends that everything is great, and everyone is happy. She is my only grandmother, seeing as the pack of wolves my mom came from are all dead and gone. I'll never know if they were as rotten as she. I love grandma, but she is almost too bright and shiny. It kind of gags me. But I deal.
My dad has a sister. That is where my aunt comes in. Aunt Claire lives out of state. She has her own issues, but she is better off than my dad. She was the golden child. My grandparents think she can do no wrong. When I was little, in the back of my head, I always wondered if she would have kids. She never did. And never had a person been more thankful than I. I was used to getting things. I was used to being the center of attention. And if she had a kid, well it would be like knocking me out of the running for the thrown. That's how I was. I still am, a little. But that was when I was normal. When I was a bright and shiny normal kid. That was before. Before I turned dark.
When I first heard about Mark, I was concerned. I was concerned that he would move in on my turf. Luckily, I realized that wasn't an issue. It wasn't even close to an issue. Mark was dark and twisty like me, but definitely not so selfish. That is the difference between growing up privileged and growing up poor. I didn't appreciate, and he did.
I'm not happy. Well, I'm happy. But I'm not happy. That seems to be the way I am. Hot and cold, I guess you could say. I don't get joy in a lot of things. Even fun for me, isn't fun. I'm just not sure how to have fun. Occasionally, I melt. But generally, I stay frozen. It's easier that way. You don't get hurt.
I'm in the car with my grandparents. This means I am in a fog. A literal cigarette smoke fog. I think this is part of the reason why my mom hates my grandparents. She's a doctor, they are making their lungs black. All of that fun stuff. We are going to my aunt's house. See, my Aunt Claire, for all of my life had come to see me on my birthday. She would take off a week, and come just to see me. Well this summer, we were going to her house. I can't help but be a little excited, seeing as this is where Mark lives. And my life for the past six months had been far too Mark-free.
"Are we there yet?" I ask, typical of a small child, which I truly am not.
"Does it look like we are there?" My grandfather asked as he looked at me in the rearview mirror.
"No." I grumble as I fumble with the buttons on my iPod.
"Do you want a snack or a drink?" My grandma asks as she looks back.
"I am fine. Not everyone has to eat every five minutes." I snap. I do that a lot. Too much. I am mean. I do snap. That is what happens when people let you walk all over them your whole life. They did it with their kids, and apparently I am following suit.
"Well, if you need something, here it is." She said as she handed me a bag of snacks.
"Thanks." I mumble before I turn the music up as loud as it will go and I drown out the world.
I stay silent. See, there once was a time when the words poured out and never stopped. They said I was the most talkative person in the world. I would talk nonstop to anyone. But life changes, and things change you to your depths. I don't talk. I talk a lot in my head. There it pours angrily and nastily. But generally I don't talk unless need be. And I don't say something unless I mean it. I have learned from listening to people, that they say some of the stupidest shit you have ever heard. Nonstop talking is annoying and needless. I have nothing to say. I keep my face straight, my jaw clenched.
I must have fallen asleep, because before I know it, we are in the middle of nowhere. Farm fields as far as my eyes can see. The houses get farther and farther apart. I am somewhat used to it, but I live in a large city. I just drive outside of the city, and I can see the same thing I am seeing here. But here it just seems more cut off than anywhere else.
My grandfather pulls the car into the driveway. I've only been here once, and it seems like ages ago. I barely remember it. I'm not even sure what to expect being here. I'm not sure whether everything will be the same. I'm not sure if Mark will be the same, or if everything will have changed. As we pile out of the car I grab my bags, I'm staying here. My grandparents are staying at the hotel.
We hug, and I hate that. I hate the touch. It makes my uncomfortable. It's hard to believe, but I actually find it somewhat painful. I do it. I suffer through it for a rare few, and this side of the freak show definitely warrants a damn hug.
"I'm glad you're here." Aunt Claire says with a smile as she hugs me tightly.
"Me too." I mutter as I roll my eyes and pull away.
"Upstairs... Third room on the right." She says as she points up the stairs.
I take my bags and run up to the room. Part of me wants to just lay there alone. I love being alone. Being alone to me is a gift. It's one of the rare times where there is no bullshit. No lies. No fake emotions. Just me and my sick little thoughts. I wish I wasn't dark. But I don't know how to pull myself out.
Mark's bedroom is at the end of the hall. Just as I walk out of my room, I look up in that direction. My heart stopped. Or maybe it began to beat so fast, it felt like it had stopped. My eyes met the most amazing blue ones I had ever seen. His dark curls sat perfectly on his head. His jeans hung on his hips. I have to look. I am a cock looker. Just looking at him, I know he is gifted. All I want is his naked body over mine, him filling me with that generous cock that he posses. A smile covers my face. I never smile. But this fine piece of ass warrants a smile. This trip was looking like it could be so much fun.
"Hi..." Mark says with a smile as he looks up at me.
"Hey." I say softly as I look into his eyes.
"Oh... This is my friend, Derek. Derek, this is my cousin, Meredith." Mark explains as he points back and forth.
"Nice to meet you." Derek says with a grin.
Oh god... His mouth. I can feel those teeth on my flesh. I want him to bite my ass. I want him to leave teeth marks on me. I want that tongue in my mouth. Now I am sounding like a whore. I am not a whore. I'm not even close to a whore. But that doesn't mean that I don't want that hard cock inside of me as I scream his name. Derek, Derek...Oh God, Derek!
"You too." I return with a smile as I look at him.
"So what are you doing?" Mark asked me as I stood there, unsure if I could move away from the man candy before me.
"Uh... Nothing." I mutter as I stood there.
"Well... We should do something." Derek suggests quickly.
"Oh yeah... There is so much to do around here." I say as I roll my eyes and walk away.
"She seems like a pain in the ass." I hear Derek muse as I walk away.
"She's cool..." Mark tells him as they follow me down the stairs.
They are following me. The funny thing is, I would follow that guy around anywhere. I am a horny toad. Yep. I like sex. Funny thing is, I have not had it much. Not at all. But I get by. Just because you aren't getting it, doesn't mean you forget what it is. I'm not a whore. I don't just spread my legs for anyone. But this guy, I just might think about it. One can think. That doesn't mean I would do.
"Dinner is almost ready." I hear my aunt say as I step off the last stair.
"All we do is eat." I mutter under my breath as I walk into the kitchen.
"Derek, are you staying?" My aunt Claire asks as she looks over at him.
"I can." Derek says with a nod.
"Good. We'd love to have you." Claire says with a smile as she begins putting food on the table.
"So, Meredith..." Derek says as he sits across the table from me.
"What?" I snap as I look at him. I seriously have to stop that snapping shit. I know it. But it's me.
"I was wondering what you did... College? Work?" He asks me as he looks at me.
"Oh. I go to school. Majoring in human biology..." I tell him as I sip my water.
"Me too!" He said exuberantly. "I'd like to be a surgeon..."
"Oh." I say with a sigh. I don't care. I really do not care what this guy is doing with his life. I have my own problems.
I can't stop looking at him. I want to stop, but I can't. He's there. He's hot. And I do want him. But I have that whole hard ass I don't need anyone persona. And I don't need anyone. I have found from the past that counting on people just gets you hurt. And I don't need anyone. And I have to look out for myself. If I don't, no one else would.
As I sit there, our eyes meet. There is something about his blue eyes that draw me in. I have to look away. It scares the shit out of me. It's like he can see into my soul. I don't want him to see what is inside of me. If he saw it, I don't know how he would react. Maybe I am giving him too much credit. He's just a guy. Another worthless guy.
"So Derek, when do you go back?" My uncle asked as he looked over at Mark.
"Next week. I'm stuck home until then." Derek said frankly.
"Well, I'm sure your mom will be happy about that." My uncle pointed out.
"Yeah, I'm sure she is." Derek said with a nod.
"So what are we doing tonight?" Mark asks as he looks around.
"We don't have anything planned." My aunt says quickly. "But Derek, you are welcome to stick around if you want."
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I was exhausted. I'm not really sure why, considering all I did was sit in a car all day. Maybe that was it. I don't like to sit around. I like to be moving. And being cramped in that smoke filled car was too much. As I look at the ceiling, I decide I should take a shower. I cannot sleep dirty. Not even close. I would lay there, thinking about my own filth.
I let out a yawn as I look around. This is somewhat of a bore-fest, I am figuring out. Mark and Derek ran off after dinner, and didn't even ask me if I wanted to go. Not that I did. I did not. Or so I told myself. I did want to go. Oh well. I quickly walk over to my bags and unzip.
"Shit..." I mutter as I look down.
This was not my bag. I had two. I quickly open the other, and that one is mine. Of course that is the one with my day clothes, jeans, shirts. All of that. I look through the other in deisbielef. Old woman's clothes. Definitely grandma's. White cotton briefs. Bras. A-sized cup. That would never work. Not that I would even consider wear her intimate apparel. Not even close. Ever!
I sigh as I pull out the spare pair of pajama pants, that didn't fit in the other bag and a heavy white cotton baby doll tee. It doesn't really matter, considering I will be showering and going to bed. I guess I will just go without a bra and panties, and pray to god that there is no fire. I could wear the dirty panties, but quite honestly, it grosses me out. And the bra, it is new and the damn wire had started battle on my right boob. That's what you get for buying a cheap one, I guess. But it was cute. I learned my lesson.
The shower is welcoming. I love being in the shower. My aunt and uncle were already asleep, grandma and grandpa went to the hotel, and Mark never came back. I was actually glad to have some alone time. As I pulled myself out of the shower, I pull on my clothes. I thought I heard something, but I remember my uncle is sometimes up and down during the night.
As I walk out of the bathroom, my wet hair all wild, I walk into a crowd. Not really a crowd. Four boys. Mark, Derek, and two others all standing around, getting drinks and snacks. Maybe I can creep along the wall and disappear.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Mark asks as he looks up.
"Uh.. Bed." I tell him quickly.
"You're no fun." Derek spits.
"Play cards with us!" Mark tells me quickly. "Come on... Play." I draw in a deep breath.
"Yeah. Sure... Okay." I say as I throw my dirty clothes and bag on the chair and walk into the dining room.
"This is Sam, and that is Jeff." Mark explains quickly. "This is my cousin, Mer."
"Hey." We all say as I stand there.
"So what are we playing?" I ask as I sit down.
It has not escaped my mind as I sit there. I am in pajamas with nothing underneath. I am a bra wearer. Even at night. This is something about the girls swinging freely that bothers me. I do not like it. Not one bit. But people do it all the time. I can do this. I can sit here with nothing underneath.
"Poker." Derek says with a smile. "You know how?"
"Do I look like an idiot?" I ask frankly.
"She knows." Mark says with a sigh. "She knows how to play."
They deal out the cards and start laughing and joking around. I just listen and roll my eyes. Immature boys. A whole group of them. I eye them up, secretly wondering. Well, I think you know what I was wondering. I was wondering about penis. I do. All the time. I've only had a couple. But I can appreciate it.
"So Tyra... She's pretty damn hot, Mark." Sam says quickly. "I think she wants you."
"Eh.. Maybe." Mark says with a smile.
"Are you hitting that?" Jeff asked in shock.
"No." Mark says quickly.
"Oh come on... Give us details. You are fucking lying!" Sam spits. "Fuck... I need some."
"You guys are fucking pathetic." I groan as I look up.
"Oh yeah... And you aren't." Mark says quickly. "She has the dirtiest fucking mind... Everything is a cock."
"Do you now?" Derek asks with raised brows.
"She does." Mark laughs.
"I do not!" I spit as I look up.
"Bullshit." Mark laughs.
"Eh... She's just jealous." Sam pipes up. "Probably isn't getting any."
"You're probably right..." Jeff laughs, purposely making trouble.
"Fuck you guys." I said quickly as I glare at them.
"Well, I am definitely getting some." Sam says with a smile.
"Fuck you... Lucky fucker." Derek says with a laugh. "Rub it in."
"It's not all sex." I can't believe I just said that. I don't even know where it came from. I do not think that way.
"Spoken like a woman." Jeff laughs as he looks up.
"Go to hell." I growl. "I just mean- Fuck it. Whatever."
"So how long has it been for you, Mark?" Derek asks with a chuckle.
"I don't want to talk about it." Mark tells him firmly.
"Yep... That long, huh?" Derek said with a chuckle.
"Not as long as Mer..." Mark said, throwing it back at me.
"I bet you would get a good fuck, if you would keep your mouth shut!" Jeff laughed at me. "Actually, someone could just tape your mouth shut... That could work."
"No one wants her pussy. She's too damn rotten." Mark laughs as he looks over. "Rotten pussy."
"Asshole!" I spit as I crack him in the back of the head. "Fucking asshole!" I yell as I hit him in the arm.
"See." Sam laughs. "I knew it was true..."
"Man, you just let a chick beat your ass." Jeff laughed loudly.
"This thing? Yeah right." He said as he shoved me.
"Oh... You're going to do that huh? Pretend you are a man in front of your friends!" I spit as I shove him off his chair.
"Oh yeah... Fighting words!" Sam laughs.
"Man... You are asking for it, Mer." Mark warned as he looked up at me.
"I could take you, Pussy!" I spit as I laugh at him.
"She's just a stick." Derek laughs.
"She is. Just a stick with boobs. Little boobs. And her poisonous pussy." Mark laughs.
"Oh!" I growled as I jumped out of my chair. "Mark, you little bitch! Keep your mouth shut!" I spit as I rush towards him and pummel him. "You little cock sucker!" I yell as I beat him.
"Oh my god... She's nuts!" Derek says as he looks at me, swinging my fists.
"Hey! Keep it down." My uncle yells loudly from the upstairs.
"Fuck. I was just getting started." I whine as I look up.
"That was a joke. Is that all you have?" He asks with a laugh.
"I could take your little pussy ass." I tell him frankly.
"Then let's go... Outside." Mark tells me frankly.
"Okay." I say with a smirk.
"Oh man... This should be good." Derek says with a smile.
"Seriously?" Mark asks as he looks up at me. Not that we haven't done this a dozen times before, out in the snow.
"Yeah." I say sarcastically as I point to the door. "Go!"
There is something about a girl fighting that makes guys nuts. I swear the noise level shot up as soon as I agreed. I'm not sure what they were hoping for, obviously Mark wasn't going to beat the crap out of me. But it would be good. It always was.
Mark rushed out the door, followed by the guys. One thing Mark had apparently forgotten was that I don't play fair. Not even close. I never have. I was that annoying kid that would fake injury, and get you when you were vulnerable and worried about me. I would say time, and then un-time, and get you. At at this point, I wasn't going to change that. It didn't take long for me to make my move. See, he's bigger than me, and I have to get him down. If I can get him down, generally by knocking out his knees, I will.
I ran out the back door. Apparently I was born in a barn, because I didn't even bother shutting the door. I had to get my sneak attack it while the getting was good. It was fast. Off the step, I lunged. Mid-air. That is the only way to do it. I smile crosses my face as I land on his back, my arms around his neck and shoulders.
"Holy shit!" Derek yells as he sees Mark spinning wildly, trying to get me off.
"How do you like that?" I ask as I reach down and squeeze his nipples.
I have a thing for man nipples a huge thing. I love them. Love them. Love to suck them. Love to bite them. Love to lick them. And when I'm mad, I love to use them to my advantage.
"What the fuck, Mer?" Mark yells, now angry.
"What's the matter, Marky?" I giggle as she continue my torture tactics, biting him gently in the shoulder.
"You are going down, Mer!" He yells as he attempts to get me off his back my flailing. By this time, the guys are laughing hysterically at the display. "Yep, down."
"Whatever, pussy!" I yell in his ear.
That must have pissed him off. Pissed him off royal. I could see it coming. The tree. I think he is going to rub me off on the tree. Panic washes over me. I do not want to become one with a tree. I kick him, behind the legs and down he goes like a redwood tree, face in the dirt. My arms get smashed by his body weight, but it is worth is. I am still on his back, in control.
The thing is, Mark outweighs me. He way outweighs me. As I pinch and punch him, seriously getting some good hits in, he flips me off. I'm fast, and somehow get back on him, straddling him with my body. But he does it. Flips me around and gets my arms behind my back. Now I am screwed.
"Grab her, Der." I hear him say. "Let's go out there."
Next thing I know, I am over Derek's shoulder. Ass in the air, half by body over, head by his ass, over the shoulder. Vulnerable. Maybe I shouldn't have put myself in this position. Maybe this was a bad Idea. That is me, act, then think. But at least I got a few good hits in.
Mark begins laughing. They are all laughing. They got me, and they got me good. Derek has a firm hold on my legs, so I can't kick him. He must have known better. But I still use my free hands to pinch and smack his back.
"You're a little feisty, huh, Mer?" Derek asks with a smile.
"She is." Mark agrees as he wallops me on the ass with his hand. "Let's go, guys."
They begin running. Derek is running with me over his shoulder. I quit beating. It is doing absolutely no good. It was like the man has no idea I am there. I am a fly. A gnat. He is a barbaric bastard. The whole time they taunt me, I can only wonder where the hell we are going.
It's dark out. And unless you have been out in the middle of nowhere, you have no idea what that means. When I say dark. I mean black. You can't even see your own hands. And they are running. With me. I hear sounds. Bugs. I hate bugs. Bugs. Snakes maybe. They scare the hell out of me. Then I hear wood. Possibly water. Now I am a little scared.
"Oh this is good!" Sam yells as he laughs.
"You thought you were so tough, you little shit." Jeff yells as he looks at me. Well, I would assume. I can't see him. The nerve. I am older than him.
"Fuck you. Fuck all of you!" I yell angrily.
"Nope. I think it is you who will be fucked." Derek says with a laugh. What does that mean? "Here?" He asks Mark.
"Yep." Mark agrees with a chuckle. "Let's go."
That was it. They dumped me. They literally sat me down and ran off. I could only imagine where they were going, by the sound. I couldn't see anything. No lights. No people. They ran. They left me. I sit there for a second and look around. Then it hits me. I have no idea where I am.
"Get back here, you assholes!" I yell as I jump up.
Coyotes, bears, snakes. Holy crap. I have to get out of here. Opossum. They scare the shit out of me. In a panic, I run in the direction I heard them go in. The ground is halfway flat, which is good. I stumble here and there as I run in a panic, swearing I can hear the sounds of the possum's giant teeth ready to snap.
I am making headway. I run faster and harder. I think I see the lights of the house. Just as I am gaining speed and confidence, it got me. No earth. The earth, it disappeared. I stumble. Splash. Shit! Ouch! I am in the fucking water. The wood I heard. I was a bridge. A bridge and I missed it. I want to cry as I pull myself up. It hurts. I must have hit some rocks. I climb up the small bank. The tears want to come, but I will never let them see me cry. Maybe I could cry halfway and then suck it up when I get near. No, they would see the red eyes. Those little bastards. I hate them. I hate them all.
I walked for what seems like forever. I jogged a little, but I hurt. And I am tired. I see the lights of the house as I near. I'm sure they are all laughing their asses off. I walk through the door, still dripping slightly. As I walk in, they all look at me and laugh. I glare and clench my teeth.
"That happened to you?" Jeff asks as he begins to laugh.
"I fell in that creek, you stupid hicks!" I yell loudly as I look at them.
They all laugh harder. But then I realize, they are looking at me. Looking at me. Holy shit! White tee. Wet. Fuck. I look down, yep, you can see the girls, and they are making their presence known. Nice rosy nipples shown to the world. The horny shits are looking at my chest. Oh god, the faded light blue pants aren't helping matters as I look down at them. I am sure they see bush.
"Fuck you!" Is the only thing I can get out as I try to cover my womanhood up. "You are all assholes!" I shout as I walk to the bathroom. Whistling. Yep, they are whistling. Sexy whistling.
"Hey baby!" They taunt as I rush off.
"Mer! I'm sorry, it was a joke." Mark yells as he he watches me walk away.
"You're not sorry..." Derek laughs.
"You're right. I'm not. That was fucking fun." Mark laughs as they all sit down.
I look in the mirror. Dirt and leaves, all over me. I shake my head as I look at myself. I take a quickly shower, the water stinging the tiny cuts on my bruised body. I took and assault out there in the middle of no where. As I stand in the tub, I cry. Why, I'm not sure. I am not a crier. Ever! But I was embarrassed. And most of all, I lost the fight.
I wrapped a big towel around me and rushed up the stairs. I know they saw my skinny legs. I know they watched me. I don't care. I hate them. I don't even have anything to wear. I pull on jeans and a tee shirt and climb under the covers. Derek was hot. But I saw him for what he really was. A jerk. And now, I hate them all. And to think, I wanted to spread my legs for him. In his dreams. He will never taste this pussy. Not now. Not ever./i
iI lay in my bed. There are not even words to describe how angry I am. See me, I'm not emotional. And I am definitely not sentimental. I am hard. I have been conditioned to be hard. And I like it. I like it because it is that protective shell that keeps me from being hurt. I can cut things off and pretned they never exsisted. It helps me bear. And bearing can be so hard.
As I lay there, the wheels start to spin. They do that. They spin madly. I have to admit, I am quite the vengeful person. Rarely do I let things pass me by. Some people believe in karma. I believe in instant karma. I want to see it. And not only do I want to see it, but I want them to know why and where it was coming from. So as I lay there, the ideas run through my head. I don't have much time. I'm not sure how long the guys will be up, but I know I have to strike soon.
As I creep out of the room, I hear that they have now retired to Mark's room. And by they, I mean Derek and Mark. The others had apparently left already. I slowly make my way down the stairs. I have to be quiet, because the things creak loudly. I soon realize that I have to spread my legs and walk on the sides of the steps near the wall.
My uncle cooks. I know this. I quickly flip on the light and look around. A smile covers my face when I see it. Cayenne pepper. I have a new found love for cayenne pepper. I quickly grab the bottle and go to walk off. Then I see it. The money shot. Fresh chili peppers. So much better. I sit the cayenne back down and looked around the kitchen for gloves. I can't find any, so I grab large Ziploc bags and cover my hands. So sweet, revenge can be.
Mark runs occasionally in the morning. He has a water bottle in the refrigerator. He always has it ready. Occasionally, he puts electrolytes in it from the health shop. Well tomorrow, he would get a hot surprise. I press as much juice out of the pepper as I can, and I realize it is only a few drops. I sigh and decide to throw the pepper seeds inside. An evil grin covers my face. But this isn't all.
I chop the chili peppers up as fine as I can. Mush. I made it into mush. I make my way to the bathroom. Ax. He likes Ax bodywash. To me, it is way too much, and quite frankly I think it smells like ass. I pop the top off and slide the mush in. I shake it up as hard as I can. Hopefully by morning it will be ripe and ready to burn the skin right off of his body.
Now to Derek. I don't know him well. Not well at all. I want to torture him, but I'm not really sure how to do it. I look at his car. I could flatten the tires, but then I would be stuck with him here, and I definitely don't want that. Something stinky would work well. But I really don't want him to know what I have done. Eh, whatever. They will know, so what is the difference. I look at the cork board by the door. Tacks. Tacks in the shoes always worked well.
I can hear someone coming down the stairs. I throw the tacks in his shoes in a panic. I quickly run to the basement door. As I run in, I nearly fall down the steps. I hide inside, leaving it open just a crack. I need to see this. They have no idea that I am here. And I can't let them know. I wait.
"Why the hell is the light on?" Mark asks as he walks in.
"The dumb asses probably left it on when they left." Derek said quickly.
"Probably." Mark agreed.
"So tonight... That was the funniest shit I have ever seen. I thought for sure she was going to cry." Derek told him with a smile.
"Mer doesn't cry." Mark says frankly. "I have never seen her cry."
"Well, I'd say if she doesn't cry after that, she never will." Derek laughs. "It was fun." Derek says with a nod as he slides his shoes on. "What the fuck!" He spits as his toes hit the tacks.
"What?" Mark asks quickly.
"Son of a bitch!" He shouts as he pulls his foot out, tacks embedded firmly into his toes.
"Whoa." Mark says as he looks down.
"That little troll!" Derek shouts as he looks towards the stairs.
"It wasn't her. I bet it was Sam and Jeff. She's probably asleep by now." Mark said with a shrug. "I think she was way too embarrassed to come back down here."
"You're probably right. Assholes." Derek spits as he pours the tacks onto the table. "Wonder what else is waiting for me?"
"Guess you'll find out. Later." Mark says with a laugh as he walks away.
"Yeah." Derek mutters as he walks out.
I hear Mark disappear. The steps creak loudly as his weight hits them. I let out a sigh when I see Derek's headlights pull out. Mark's door clicks shut loudly. At least I got away without being caught. I make my way back up the stairs silently. I can sleep easy now. I got my revenge.
I had no idea what would come of my actions. And that day, I had been so mad at him, it didn't matter. I realized, not that I didn't already know, that boys in packs are trouble. They got me down. They had gotten me good. But as I look over, I know it is I that one the war. I won the war because here he is in my bed, and he is my sex slave. But I don't think he minds.
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