Page 37 of Ruin

Slamming my hands onto his chest, trying to push him off me.

Robert cannot see him touching me.

But Declan is too strong.

“Now, now little Trixie, don’t fight.”

I freeze as something cold presses against my thigh.

My eyes snap to his, and I see a wicked glint in them. “Show me your bedroom. I wonder if you have a bat in there.”

Is he serious? Or just fucking with me? His voice is too flat to tell.

Something flickers in his eyes for a split second, almost as if he’s trying to hide a part of himself.

“I still get to have fun with you for not making my tattoo-”

I push at him again, trying to fight.

Because Ididfucking dance for him.

But he stops me. “That was for laughs,” he says, finally getting off me. He stands up, looking down at my body.

“Did you get bored?” His eyes are on the tattoo on my leg which I colored in.

I do that a lot.

It’s fun to color them in.

I do this a lot, shockingly it relaxes me, and takes my mind off things going on in my head.

It’s either coloring my tattoos or sewing.

That’s probably the one thing I love more than drawing. Even more than designing my outfits.

How do I keep him out of my room?

If Robert hears him, I don’t know what will happen?

Before I can do anything, Declan is climbing through my bedroom window.

Shit.

I hurry after him, checking to make sure no one saw him.

Once inside, I rush to my Bluetooth speaker, and connect my phone. If I can drown out our voices, maybe, just maybe, I can control this situation.

I could ask Declan to be quiet.

But who am I kidding?

He’ll be loud just to piss me off.

When I turn, he’s standing in front of my two mannequins, the ones draped in my unfinished designs.

His fingers graze the fabric of one, then moves to the other, which is nothing more than pinned samples.

“What are you making?” he asks, finally turning to face me.

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