CHAPTER 17
REVERIE
“The residence life director assigned me a new room this morning. I’ve already moved my stuff over to the new one,” I tell Dread.
The first thing I woke up to was Barry calling to let me know an officer would be picking up the note and hair clip in the next hour, as well as an email from the life director letting me know my new room information. So, I rushed to my own room,refusing to think toohard about waking up in Dread's bed for the second time now,and gave the items to the officer when he arrived. Then I spent the entire morning packing up all my shit, moving it to the new dorm on the opposite side of campus, and unpacking it all over again.
I’ve also rubbed my nape raw from constantly fiddling with my necklace. Every so often, I’d panic, thinking I somehow forgot to put it back on, even though it was the first thing I did when I got back to my room.
I’m not sure which is worse: taking it off like a dumbass right beforegetting kidnapped, or Barry asking me if I had it on and making up a stupid lie about the chain breaking and accidentally leaving it on my nightstand. I didn’t have the heart to admit I took it off on purpose. He wasn’t upset, of course. As far as he’s concerned, I went to stay with Sable like I promised.
But I’m upset with myself. For years, it’s kept me grounded and made me feel safe when no one and nothing else did. It was stupid to take it off when I needed it most. It’s a mistake I won’t ever make again.
So, in conclusion, I’m tired, cranky, my fucking vagina hurts, and I already know this conversation is going to piss me off more.
He’s sitting across from me at a table in the cafeteria, slowly chewing his cheese pizza as he stares at me blankly. No emotion, no reaction, not even an eye twitch. As bland as his pizza.
I sigh. “So that means I’m not staying the night with you again,” I explain slowly, as if he’s stupid.
Because he is.
“Truthfully, you’re lucky I’m even sitting here with you.”
All I get is an eyebrow raise.
We both know I’m not sitting here because he’s lucky, but because he threatened to bend me over his knee and spank me in front of everyone. And while Dread talks a lot of shit, I had zero doubt he’d follow through on that threat.
Maybe I would've doubted it a week ago, but after last night… he looked far too hopeful for me to disobey him.
I always have to choose my battles with Dread, and that was not one I was willing to engage in.
All day, his stares have been a lot more heated, and considering I woke up this morning with his hand holding my tit again, I’ve had enough of him touching my body. Honestly, Dread has spanked me more than enough to last a lifetime. I have no plans to let him ever repeat it. Especially because, evidently, I can’t trust myself not to act like a goddamn masochist about it.
My reaction to what he did continues to plague me, something I’ve tried really hard not to think about. In fact, I’m content to act like it never happened at all. Ignorance is bliss and all that.
“Do you really want the entire cafeteria to see how excited you get when I spank you?” he asks tonelessly, appearing bored as he picks up his fourth slice of pizza and bites into it. “Maybe this time, I'll slap yourpussy. We can place bets on how many it takes before you're squirting all over my face again.”
Because, of course, he’ll neverletme live in blissful ignorance.
My face slackens, entirely unamused, despite the way my stomach burns from the visual that assaults my brain.
I should press charges just for that.
“Do you really want the entire campus thinking you’ve gone to the dark side and are dating the spawn of your mom’s serial killer?” I retort snidely.
He lifts a shoulder, seeming unconcerned as he chews and swallows. “What better way to piss off a serial killer than to fuck his daughter?”
I narrow my eyes. I’d love nothing more than to tell him Lionel wouldn’t even care, but truthfully, I think he would.
“That will not happen again,” I bite out through gritted teeth.
Before either of us can respond, there’s a flash in the corner of my eye, and someone is loudly slamming their hands on the edge of the table.
My heart rockets up my throat, causing both of us to nearly jump out of our skin. My wide eyes fly to a girl I don’t recognize leaning over the table with a thunderous expression. The entire cafeteria falls deathly silent, thousands of pairs of eyes turning to me.
The girl bares her teeth, accusation filling her dark, murderous eyes as she gets in my face, and shouts, “Did you do it? Hurt Mindy? Are you just like your sick fucking father?”
My heart pounds a mile a second as my jaw unhinges, speechless, still reeling from her scaring the absolute fuck out of me. I also have no fucking idea what the fuck she’s even talking about.
