I dip my head and feast on her tits, circling my tongue around the raised bumps on her areolas. The air mattress deflates, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I’m fucking obsessed. Obsessed with her tears. Obsessed with her pain. Obsessed with being inside her.
I fell hard for her back then, and I’m falling hard for her now, but this time I won’t play her fool. This time the joke is on her. The familiar warm tingling starts in my balls, then shoots up my cock. I come, filling her tight asshole to the brim.
“Shit,” I groan, giving a final thrust.
I roll onto my back, feeling drowsy and sated.
Zilphia curls herself into a tight ball, silent sobs racking her body. I stand and fix my clothing.
“Get dressed and meet me outside,” I demand, ambling to my feet.
I cut my blueberry pancakes into square sections before drowning the buttery fluffiness in maple syrup, but it’s all for show. I can’t bring myself to eat. My stomach’s a knot of nerves and nausea.
Sandman sits opposite me, devouring his steak breakfast without a care in the world, like he didn’t just brutalize me less than an hour ago. The meat is practically still mooing. Pinkish-red liquid pools on his plate, turning my stomach.
It’s jarring sitting at this booth with him, inside this restaurant.A normal couple enjoying the morning meal together.That’s what people see, but appearances aren’t always what they seem. Makes me wonder how many times I’ve viewed my surroundings through rose-colored lenses.
I’m more than a little surprised he brought me here. I thought for certain he was taking me to some isolated field to murder me. He put me through literal hell, and now he wants to feed me. Why? It doesn’t make any sense. Is this his demented way of courting me? I’d rather be at home sleeping my aches away. Maybe I can get some answers.
“How did you find your father?”
Sandman pauses, fork halfway to his mouth, his blue gaze settling on me. I squirm under his piercing stare, wishing I had kept my mouth shut. Curiosity did kill the cat after all. He puts his fork down, the silence stretching between us. I busy myself by shaking pepper onto my cheese grits.
“I didn’t,” he finally responds, startling me. “My lawyer did. Besides my onetruefriend, she was the only other person who actually gave a fuck about me. I was stupid to ever trust you. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
“This is it, then?” My voice wavers. “You’re going to hate me forever?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“You can build a time machine, go back to the night you were conceived, and make sure your mother swallows you,” he snarls at me. “I want a world where you never existed.”
My soul shatters into a million pieces, forming a huge crater in my chest.
“Yo, Sandman,” a guy calls out, sliding into the booth beside him. “You sharing?” He reaches over and helps himself to a few potatoes.
“Order your own goddamn food, Cricket,” Sandman snaps, elbowing his friend in the ribs.
“Damn, you stingy.” He chuckles good-naturedly, turning his attention to me, then back at Sandman. “Interesting night?”
“You could say that.”
“Care to elaborate?” Cricket waggles his eyebrows.
“Move,” Sandman shoves him out of the booth and stands.
“Where you going?”
“I gotta take a piss,” Sandman answers him. “That okay with you, or you wanna come hold my dick for me?”
“I’m sure you can manage your teeny tiny Johnson all on your own,” Cricket retorts, sitting back down.
Sandman grunts and saunters into the bathroom.
“I remember you,” I say, recognition dawning on me. “You went to Leesburg, right? I saw you and Sandman together all the time.”
He’s the one true friend Sandman was talking about.
