That asshole didn’t deserve a single thing from me.
He was probably already hanging out with Jennifer, pregaming in the pool house before they met up with the other members of the Krew. Meanwhile, I just hung around here waiting for him.
What the hell had I been thinking?
I should have just stayed at home.
My period of solitary confinement was long and slow.
Eight o’clock came, and I was still in my underwear, lying on the sofa and staring up at the ceiling.
I hadn’t gotten dressed or put on any makeup. That jackass might have been making fun of me, pretending we were going out when we weren’t, so I had no intention of dressing up and becoming his punch line.
I wasn’t going to get all glammed up for him just to be ghosted.
“Damn it all to hell. Go out alone with those Krew degenerates!” I spit, knowing that he couldn’t have heard me, but I needed to ease some of the weight pressing down on my chest, and yelling at an imaginary Neil seemed to do the trick.
I sighed and rolled over into the fetal position. I was cold. I didn’t know how to turn on the heater or where to find blankets. I didn’t want to just steal them off the bed.
Despair welled up, and I heaved a defeated sigh.
Then my phone, which I had left on the glass coffee table, vibrated with a text alert.
It was from Neil.I’ll be there at nine o’clock.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Bite me, asshole, I tapped out furiously.
It wasn’t like me to be crude, but he deserved it.
Fairies must not swear, he answered after a couple of seconds.
“…must not?” I read, only getting more annoyed.
There he was—the insufferable tyrant.
He needed to take charge and not just in bed. Even in his daily life, he issued orders and demanded that everyone (me included) obey him.
You swear all the time, I wrote back irritably.
You don’t need to do what I do.Again, his answer came back almost immediately. I considered what he’d written: He didn’t want me to be like him; he wanted me to remain uncontaminated by his world. So why didn’t he just stay away from me?
I’m not ready. I don’t want to go out with your precious friends.I dug my heels in like a child.
Too bad for you. That means I get to fuck you…any way I want, he replied quickly.
I paled as I read the message. “Any way I want” meant just like all the other times: wild, overpowering, and passionate.
But I couldn’t let him get his hands on me again, not after he’d disappeared for hours without a word and not when my body was still sore from what had happened at my house.
Fine. We’ll go out, I wrote back in resignation.
I’d pick a night out over whatever crazy sex he was already planning in his warped head.
Then I remembered right before he left, when he’d told me to get rid of the boots and dress like a woman.
Okay, I’d oblige him.
