Page 40 of Ruin

When I got there and she was smoking, I saw all the blunt out joints, which tells me she goes up there a lot, so if I want some fun at least I have easy access to her room.

What the hell was her reply about her not being allowed to open the fucking door? Is she a prisoner in this house or something? And who said she can’t open the door?

Grabbing my bag, I get out of the car and walk to the door. She better fucking answer the door. Or tomorrow at school will be fun for me.

Knocking, I wait for her to answer. When the door opens, I smile because now I get to plan out a fun day for me, and a shit day for her.

“What?” The guy looks at me as I continue to smile at the thought of tomorrow.

“I’m here to study with Trixie,” I reply. This guy is someone I don’t like. Who the fuck answers the door with, what? Has he never heard of saying hello?

“Well, she didn’t tell anyone.” He looks over his shoulder, and I see Trixie walking with her books to the dining table, yet not once looking at me, or the guy at the door.

“Well, I don’t plan on fucking up my grade, because she didn’t tell anyone.” I walk into the house without being invited. “I’m finishing my school with top grades, which I’ve worked hard to get.” I continue to walk further into the house toward Trixie. The guy follows me. I turn to face him. “Declan Crawford.” I introduce myself and put my hand out for him to shake.

“Robert,” he replies, but doesn’t shake my hand. He looks over my shoulder at Trixie, then walks away. Asshole.

Walking over to the side where Trixie is sitting. I sit on the chair next to hers and move in closer. “You didn’t open the door. Don’t wear any underwear tomorrow. That’s the first part of your punishment for not doing what I asked.” Leaning back in my chair, I take out my books and notepad, but stop when I see her dropping her pen and closing hers. Stopping her, I grab it from her. She tries to grab it back, but I grab her hand to stop her.

I look at what she has drawn and burst out laughing. The details in her drawings are so good, and this drawing might even be better than the one she drew of me holding my head.

It’s Stephanie lying in a pool of her own blood, as her limbs have been ripped off.

Brilliant.

I mean, I don’t blame her for feeling like this. I was angry when I saw the picture in a message. Now, I know I can be an asshole when I want to be, but something like that is not me. I’m the only one who can make her feel like crap, and no one else.

Stephanie. I’ll sort her out later and find out where she got the picture from, because I never told anyone to do it. The only good thing about it was seeing how good she looked with my dick filling her mouth. I got hard just thinking about how good it was. I need to get her on her knees again.

“Have you drawn my tattoo yet?” I ask. She shakes her head, and I place her notepad into my bag, and I feel her staring at me, but I ignore it and get to work. “Have you thought about the assignment?”

I thought we could do The Great Gatsby, in a comic book theme.

I’m about to reply, but my phone rings in my pocket. I answer the call the moment I see the name. I don’t need to be pissing him off. He’s in The Pit, so I know his head is already in the wrong place.

“Hello.”

“What time are you coming to the club?” Cain snaps, which means he’s in a bad mood. Great, just what I needed.

“You never gave me a time for tonight.” He thinks everyone can read his mind and just know what he’s thinking.

He needs to know we don’t.

“Don’t be too late. You’re joining me in The Pit.”

The line goes dead before I can even argue. I know he wants me to help him control the place, but I thought that would happen after I finished college or something. Not now.

Great.

This should be fun tonight.

I throw my phone onto the table and refocus. I need get this work done, so I don’t have to think about it later.

I keep hoping she’ll turn around and say she’ll do it all, but then again, me being here annoys her, so maybe it won’t be too bad.

But if you have any other ideas, we can do them instead.

“No, I like it.”

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