Fucking giggling.
Brayden stands between her legs smirking while she touches his arm lightly.
The sight rips straight through my chest.
This spot was ours.
Mine and hers.
I brought her here the first night she told me she hates thunderstorms because they reminded her of screaming in her house growing up. I held her here after her mother left. We carved our initials into the damn tree beside the clearing when we were fourteen.
And now she’s brought him here? Of all fucking places?
Pain turns ugly fast.
Cold. Sharp and mean.
Because maybe I’m the idiot for thinking any of it still mattered to her.
I step backward silently before they notice me.
Then I leave.
The ride home feels vicious.
Every thought in my head spirals darker and darker.
Maybe this was always gonna happen. Maybe prison ruined me too much. Maybe she only loves the ghost of who I used to be.
By the time I reach my apartment, jealousy has rotted into something uglier. So I make a call.
Tricia answers on the second ring.
“Well, well, well,” she purrs.” Look who finally grew enough balls to call me.”
I stare blankly out my apartment window toward the city lights. “Come over.”
Simple. Easy. Nothing complicated about this one.
That’s the point.
Forty minutes later, she’s straddling my lap on the couch, kissing my neck while her fingers slide beneath my shirt.
And all I can think about… is how Ophelia laughed in our clearing with another man while my entire heart shattered quietly in the woods.
So now… I take my rage and anger out on Tricia.
I flip her off of me and shove her face into the couch as I lift her hips up to the perfect angle.
I don’t want to look at these girls that I fuck.
No intimacy is needed when I’m fucking the hate I have for Ophelia right out of me. I don’t want to kiss any of these girls. I just want to tear into them and cum where I please. I don’t give a fuck if I hurt them. I don’t give a fuck if they enjoy it.
None of it fucking matters, because even as I think the words, I hate her. I know that’s the furthest thing from the truth so I pound into this bitch and cry as I cum hard and fast.
This is all her fucking fault.
All her fault, and tomorrow–she’s going to know all about it.
