Are Noah and Kaj actually dating, or are they just fucking?
Does Noah know about Kaj’s past?
Wonder if Noah knows what Kaj really likes in bed?
It was disgusting to think that anyone would ask these types of questions when given the chance to ask something to someone they admired, but then again, some people were unhinged. However, it wasn’t those messages that felt like a knife poised above Kaj’s neck, but what he read afterward:
You always looked so pretty when you cried.
Did Noah get to see that yet? Or are you still pretending?
I bet you are.
He would have never taken you back if he knew the truth.
He doesn’t know you, doesn’t deserve you.
None of them do.
You can try to keep me away, but you’ll never get rid of me.
You belong to me, my little prince.
Kaj stopped breathing. His entire body went rigid, and the blood drained from his face, leaving him feeling dead inside.
“What the fuck?” Xander muttered, but it was barely a distant whisper in Kaj’s mind.
The words twisted through Kaj like barbed wire, razor-sharp, rusty, and suffocating, winding tight around his ribs, digging into his flesh and making him bleed inside out.
His heart lurched.
His skin felt too tight.
Kaj’s body locked up, frozen in the space between past and present, because he knew those words. They were branded in his brain. After all these years, he could even hear his voice.
He would have never taken you back if he knew the truth.
Little prince.
How did I not see it before?
It was and had always been him.
His stepbrother.
His worst nightmare.
The man who raped him, ripping away his innocence, his future, and every dream he’d ever had, leaving him only with a rope of asphyxiating memories around the neck.
Kaj’s fingers clenched, nails biting deep into his palms, but it wasn’t enough to ground him. His brain was already folding into itself like a reptile, dragging him back—
Back to that cold, dark fucking room. Back to hands gripping too tight. To that alcohol-flavored breath coming in hot bursts against his lips, filled with nervous energy, a great excitement, a purpose. To the sound of his own voice breaking, splintering, begging.
No.
This is wrong.
Why are you crying? You wanted it, he said.Little prince. My favorite toy.That was a lie. Kaj hadn’t wanted him, he’d turned him down, so why was this happening? Why did he take what wasn’t his?I am nothing. I am weak.The world spun again and again, making him feel dizzy, making him feel how Jesper violated every inch of his body, claiming it as his own.
