Page 26 of Swallow Your Sorries

Hale doesn’t lift his head, but he glares up at her. “Did I ask?”

She giggles again, nervously this time, and goes back to running her hands through his hair, the way Stassi always does.

“Ok…Haley.”

“No. Sing-song it.”

“Hayyy-lee?”

The key is off, but it’s soon drowned out by gagging as Hale takes out his frustration by fisting his hands in another blonde’s hair while holding himself deep in her throat.

I wrap a hand around Red’s throat and squeeze, but her eyes bulge with excitement, not fear. Beneath my thumb, her pulse isn’t racing like a galloping horse. It’s only quickened a fraction.

She stares at me and I stare up into her green eyes that aren’t green enough.

Something in me snaps and I squeeze her so hard I see the life leaving those imposter’s eyes.

They roll back into her head just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. She bucks, liking the sensation.

But I don’t.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong!

The word strikes my brain like a gong.

Using my grip on her neck, I toss her off of me unceremoniously and into the couch cushions. Her knee hits the remote and the music videos playing on the flat screen change to the local news station.

Hale glares at me as if the weather report is responsible for breaking his concentration and not those high-pitched, off-key moans.

Bae pulls his cigar out of a pussy, and watches as it exhales a plume of smoke, before averting his eyes to the TV. Even he finds it more interesting.

Red tosses her Ronald Mcdonald strands from her eyes and gazes at me in awe and disbelief. “Is this a part of the game or…”

“I’m not playing games.”

“He’s fucking gamed out,”Bae sing-songs in an Essex accent.

I shove the back of his head with my knee, but he only uses the momentum to lick up more vodka from the girl’s navel.

“So…you don’t want to fuck?”

I don’t want to do anything.

My phone vibrates insistently against my thigh. I ignore it.

“Your pussy isn’t some magical void that can suck out what’s wrong with me through my cum.”

Buzz. Buzz.

“That is profound,” Bae slurps.

“Okay Emo,” Red huffs, looking at Hale. “But I’m still posting a story time that we fucked. Hale promised I could.”

Hale points a warning finger at her. “No slander.”

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