Not my brother.
Me.
She completes a whole circuit around the block, before hurling herself back into her house.
I did it. Now leave me alone.
Her text comes moments after she’s locked herself back inside. I assume after she’s checked all the rooms, searching for me. But I’m right back here, at the tree looking in, biding my time.
Soon, Hazel. Soon.
I thumb her words against my screen, admiring her spirit. She thinks herself broken, but a fire still rages in the depths of her soul, begging to be set free. I can’t wait to pry her free from her self-imposed cave. Even if she kicks and screams the whole way. I’ll enjoy every second of it.
Hazel’s been asleep for hours by the time I sneak into the unlocked window, skull mask in place, and hoodie pulled up. Thankfully, Hazel’s property butts up against a forest, making it easy for me to sneak through her backyard without being noticed.
Her carpet conceals my footsteps as I creep through her house, cautious not to make any noise. Her space is tidy enough, allowing me to sneak about without bumping into anything. I search for her, this burning desire propelling me forward to see her in person after all these years. Unable to wait a moment longer.
After casing the house, I find her splayed across the comforter in her bedroom. Her feet hang precariously over the edge, and it’s clear she wasn’t able to clean herself off before bed. Her naked form lays spread out, marred by dirt, and blood, and sweat.
Fuck she’s gorgeous.
I feel myself becoming hard just looking at her. The scent of alcohol on her breath penetrates through my mask as I peer down at her sprawled out body. Being this close to her again in a decade is overwhelming. She looks so pretty and helpless beneath me. I can do anything to her. Anything I fucking want. Pulling my hard cock out of my jeans, while I use my free hand to remove my cell phone from my coat pocket, I place the tip ofmy dick against her plush bottom lip. Her breath skates over the sensitive flesh making me even harder.
“Fuck.” I whisper, as I angle my cell phone over her face, snapping a picture before she wakes. Quickly, I tuck the phone away, but push against her mouth a bit, wishing I could shove myself all the way in. Choking her with every inch I have. I bet she would take it so good. Swallowing me down until there’s nothing left.
She lets out a small whimper and her tongue flicks out, catching the underside of my tip. Eyes rolling back in my head, I rub myself back and forth against that sinful mouth of hers ever so slowly, before pulling back and tucking myself into my pants. Painfully tented against the fabric. I know it’s time to go before she wakes. As I move to leave, Hazel groans, eyelashes fluttering against her freckled cheeks.
I press myself flush against the wall, hoping the shadows will help conceal me. She’s not ready for me, yet. We still have more of the game to play.
She runs a hand down her face, before grabbing her blanket and turning over in the opposite direction. I’m barely breathing. Pulse, hammering in my ears as she snuggles back into her blankets, turning herself over into the fetal position. She looks so fucking vulnerable like this.
Thinking back to all those years ago, when our lives changed forever, I never anticipated I’d be here with her. We all have been broken by what that place did to us. To what we endured after Sarah’s disappearance. But Hazel has been turned into a shell of what she once was. I can’t wait to remind her of who the fuck she really is and what she’s capable of. Then we will make them pay for what they did. Together.
Her breathing becomes steady, and a soft, dainty snore comes out of her nose. I can’t help but smile, peeling myself off the wall and walk quietly across her room.
In the living room, her decor is sparse, but bright. It has a just moved in feel with its bare walls and mostly empty shelves. Almost as if she doesn’t plan to stick around here for long. Though, it’s clear the things she does have, are carefully picked to bring her some sense of joy. A small withered looking plant she has on her side table is curling in on itself.
Like its owner,I think while picking up the terracotta pot and turning it in my hands.
I walk it over to her sink, quietly turning on her faucet just enough to let out a few dribbles of water. The dried dirt soaks up the moisture greedily.
Scouting more of her place, I find a whole drawer of toys in her guest room. So, this is where she films. I run my fingers over the pink dildo and decide to snatch it. Hell, they’re all coming with me. If anything is going to be giving her pleasure, it’s going to be me. I shove her toys in my bag one by one. There.
Then I stumble across her computer. It’s slow to turn on, but once it does, it only takes a few moments to hack my way in. I make sure to copy everything to a flash drive and set up my own computer to mirror hers. It’ll alert me every time she’s using it. Her phone is discarded on the floor near the front door. I scoop it up and do the same, setting it up to alert me. I can even listen in to her calls if I want.
I put everything back where I found it and leave the way I came, making sure to close the window behind me.
“Sweet dreams, Hazel.” I whisper before trotting back to the motel room. “We’ll play more tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 6
HAZEL
27 YEARS OLD
Everything hurts.My muscles, my pride, my memories. All of it feels like it’s too much. I didn’t sleep much last night after being made to run around the block naked. I kept picturing some faceless man coming to kidnap me. My dreams were saturated with visions of Sarah from that night. The picture from the newspaper. The way I picked at the dirt encrusted in my nails while the sheriff interrogated me.
I should take a shower. Running my hands through my hair feels heavy and dirty. Grease clings to the roots of my hair as if I purposefully slathered it in at my roots. I don’t know why showers are so difficult. It’s a simple routine.
