"I feel kinda bad now, yeah." Nick snaps.
They don't seem too bothered by me ignoring them. Nobody looks my way until I'm at the first set of pews, the snow globe cradled against my chest.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
I'm not sure if they're talking to me. I don't care if they are.
I walk away from them, ignoring the pain that radiates inside of me with each step, ignoring their bickering, their laughter, their footsteps that follow me to the front door.
"You're gonna go out there like that?" One of them laughs, and the others follow. "You'll freeze to death in two minutes and be begging us to let you back inside."
I don't answer them.
I'm not cold anymore.
I can feel the pain inside of me, but there's no more fear, no more shame, no more anxiety. Nothing to worry about.
The door gives easily for me, and an icy plume of air filters into the church as I step out of it.
"Where you going?" Nick calls after me. "My keys are inside?"
"We're not done with you, yet!"
They're not done with me.
I'mdone, though.
I'm going home, even if I have to walk the whole way there.
I don't walk straight to the parking lot. Instead, I turn left, toward the back of the church, with the woods in the distance. I can walk home, through the woods.
"Fuck. It's fucking freezing out here." Nick grumbles, and I hear his footsteps as he takes a few to follow me. "I gotta get dressed. Fucking get her before someone sees her like this."
That's the last thing I hear, because his words are swallowed in a howl of wind as I step into the back of the church and see the woods in the distance. It's not far.
My feet sink into the snow with each step, and my movements get slower, my limbs awkward with the cold shutting them down.
I walk on anyway, moving forward because it's my only choice. I can't go back, obviously.
"Stop walking away from me!" Cole's voice carries on the wind, but I don't care enough to turn back to face him, much less to actually listen.
"Fucking bitch! You trying to turn into a popsicle out here?"
Still, I move forward. I don't stop until a weight tackles me to the ground and I land, face first in the snow.
Chapter 5
Nick
She'safuckingpsychopath,clearly.
Who the fuck walks out into the woods without a shred of clothing on in thirteen-degree weather?
I shimmy my jeans up my hips, tucking my blood-streaked cock back into my boxers and groaning at the shrinkage.
It's fucking freezing out there. I have half a mind to just let her fucking go and try to get home on her own, but I know better. She won't make it home if I let her go like that. Besides, if she did make it home and shows up at her front doorstep fucking naked, covered in blood and snow and cum, God only knows what her mom will do about it. If I get to talk to her first, I know she'll keep it a secret, to protect herself from the shame of giving it up to me so easily.
I barely even had to try.
