Page 60 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“I know it is,” I said, shrugging. “That’s why I’m notmad, ya know? Just…”

“Disappointed,” she finished for me.

“Exactly,” I said. Another drink.

“I mean,” she said, looking around. “You could still keep it. Fix it up like your mom would have wanted.”

“I can’t stay here,” I said, shaking my head.

“Right,” her lips lifted in a mischievous grin. “Stalker.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. And just like that, he was in my head again.

“No, it’s not that,” I said, and it was the truth. “I’m not afraid of him.”

I said it louder, and with all the conviction I could muster. And my phone dinged just a few seconds later.

You shouldn’t be. I will never hurt you.

Just what I was expecting. He was listening in, using my phone, no doubt. I could have turned it off and put it in a different room, but where was the fun in that?

I sighed, and I lifted the mug to take another sip. I was almost half done now.

“That smells good,” Amelia groaned, reaching out to me with grabby hands. “Gimme a sip!”

Normally, I wouldn’t even think about it—I’d hand her the cup and let her finish the rest. Now, my heart leaped, and I quickly tossed my head back, gulped what was left, and swallowed hard.

“Sorry,” I said bashfully, forcing a smile. My stomach tightened, and I had to force myself to think of something else—anything else. “Haven’t been sleeping the best. There’s a whole pot in the kitchen, though!”

Amelia gave me a pout but popped up off the couch, reaching for my mug. She took it and skipped off into the kitchen, her blonde hair bouncing.

“Clean mugs are in the drainer!”

The minute the words left my mouth, my phone dinged again, and I lifted it to my eyes.

Such a greedy little cum slut. I can’t wait to feed it to you straight from the source.

I should have been disgusted. I should have retched at the thought, but instead, they settled way down low in my belly, and I was left confused. My fingers typed a reply all on their own.

How are you gonna do that?

He started typing right away.

Daddy’s gonna shove it down your throat until you choke.

These words settled even lower, and I crossed my legs tightly. What the fuck was wrong with me?!

When?

When you’re ready.

Tonight?

Not tonight. You’re not ready yet. Why? Do you want me to?

No, you make me want to fucking puke.

Bullshit.

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