But while I'm panicking and on the verge of tears, and despite his outward display of confusion, I can see it in his eyes—he's enjoying this. And it pisses me off.
"You know what I think? I don't think there's anything wrong with your fucking arm or shoulder. I think you know that, and you didn't go to PT because you didn't want to get better. You wanted an excuse to stop playing because if you tried to go pro, and you didn't make it, you'd have to live with it. I think you were scared that you weren't good enough, and you were scared to leave home and be somewhere new without your fucking minions. You're uncomfortable being anything other than a giant asshole fish in a small fucking pond, because you're a fucking pussy."
He's on me so fast, I don't have time to move. All 6'5" of him looks down at me, forcing me to look up at him with a firm grip on my hair. "I should shove my cock down your throat for talking to me like that."
"Let me go, or I'll scr—"
Before I can sayscream, he shoves his fingers into my mouth. I can't move my head enough to get them out, and just as I decide to bite down, he says, "Don't you dare fucking bite me. Good girls don't use their teeth, Saige. And if you bite me, I swear to god, I'll have you on your knees with my dick in your mouth so fast, you won't be able to scream. And it's dark enough in here that no one will even know I'm fucking your face—not until you leave covered in my cum."
I freeze, feeling him growing harder as he speaks, and I believe him.
"Elias, please stop," I mumble around his fingers.
"If you want me to stop, then say you're sorry."
I nod and wait for him to remove his fingers, but he doesn't.
"Go ahead," he says.
"I'm sorry."
"Say my name, too."
"I'm sorry, Elias."
And I swear to god, he fucking moans.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He releases me, and I stumble backward before righting myself and rushing out of the building. I cry all the way to the food court, and when I get to a table, I instantly turn off location sharing with Elias.
I hide out on campus for the rest of the day, and as I walk back, decide that the first chance I get to be alone in the house, I'm going to pack up my things and move back into my room.
There has to be a time when none of them are home. I just have to figure out when it is. And as for Nolan…well…
If he's telling the truth, then he won't leave. He'll stay with me. And if he's lying, it's better that I find out now.
I'm no stranger to pain. I'll get over it. I'll grow a little colder for it, a little safer for next time.
Make it hurt. It's the only way some of us ever learn our lesson.
And since I want to hurt, I take out my phone, close out of theknown sendersfolder, and go through the latest messages from my stalker.
I've received sixteen since Nolan last deleted them.
More photos of dead animals. A couple of pictures of me leaving the house for class this week.
More death threats.
More insults.
"Just do it then!" I scream at the phone in the middle of the crowded quad. "What the hell are you waiting for? Just fucking do it!"
Then, with my hands shaking, I do the one thing I promised Nolan I wouldn't do.
I engage them.
Do it then, you fucking pussy. What are you waiting for? I don't even fucking care anymore. Come and get me.
It takes only seconds to get a reply.
