Page 35 of Wicked Nasty

I feel a surge of anger and desire build up inside me. Without thinking, I wrap my hand around her throat and push her to the ground until I'm towering over her. Becca's breath hitches in her throat, her legs closing together as she looks up at me with an unsettling mix of fear and desire in her eyes.

“I'm not someone you want to mess with,Rebecca,” I growl.

She sneers at me, her eyes turning cold again. “You're not even a real man,Daniel.”

For a split second, I freeze. Her words hit me harder than any punch ever could. And within that moment of shock, Becca takes her chance and shoves me off of her. She grabs the blunt and takes another drag before calmly heading down the ladder.

In that moment, I realize something about Becca that scares me more than anything else. She's not just cold and emotionless–she's calculating and cunning. And she could break me in half if she wanted to.

Stunned, I sit in the middle of the treehouse as Becca disappears from sight. I can't even find the words to process what just happened. No one has ever stood up to me like that before. No one has ever knocked me off my feet like Becca just did.

And for some strange reason... I'm turned on by it.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I force myself to stand up and climb down the ladder. I can't let this happen again. Becca is dangerous–she's a threat to everything I've worked hard to maintain. She's cold, soulless, and completely unpredictable.

But damn, is she intriguing...

HoursgobyandI can’t close my eyes. I stare up at the ceiling of my bedroom, a million thoughts running through my head.

Pushing the blankets aside, I grab my rolling tray and roll up a joint. I need my mind to stop spinning so damn fast for just one second.

Walking outside onto the balcony, I lean over the railing, blowing smoke into the night air.

“Fuck you, Daisy. You left us here with a goddamn mess. Just like when we were little, you always made a fucking mess that I had to clean up.”

I look up at the stars and feel the prickling of a tear. “Mom is all fucked up because of you. She still thinks you’re so innocent in all of this. And to fix a goddamn void, she invited this bitch from school to come stay with us.”

“I fucking hate you, Daisy.” I sigh and look toward the doors leading to Becca’s room. “I mean… it’s the right thing to do. She is homeless. Everybody seems to be moving on except me. Maybe because I saw you die? I dunno, Dais. I just don't know how to release this... anger I have. I don’t think I really hate you. I miss you. I miss you so much.”

Turning back, I start to walk toward my bedroom when I hear Becca’s door squeak open. Rushing, I duck to sit in the shadows. I can’t handle it anymore today.

“I can see you, dumbass.”

Huffing, I stand and walk toward Becca. “Why are you out here?”

“Didn’t know there were forbidden areas. I have a door that leads out here. Figured I would check it out. Next time, I’ll be sure to run it by you, Sir Danny.”

“You got a fucking mouth on you.”

Becca smiles and I’m a goner. She is absolutely gorgeous and I can feel myself yearning for her.

“I’ve been told.” She takes a seat and leans back, eyes closed as she turns her face toward the night sky. “Go ahead, run along. I don’t need a watchdog.”

“Get the fuck back inside.”

Becca doesn’t move an inch. “Nah.”

“Becca. Get inside now. This balcony is off limits for you. My house. My goddamn rules.”

She sits up and shrugs. “You don’t pay the bills. If I wasn’t supposed to be out here, why would I have a door leading to this gorgeous balcony?”

“I swear to god, Becca. Don’t fuck with me tonight. I’m not in the mood.”

Becca turns to look at me. “Oh, poor Danny is in a bad mood, so nobody else can be happy. Get over it, loser. You’re not the only one with a fucked up life. But at least you have two parents who love you and a roof over your head.”

“God, you’re such a cunt. Get the fuck away from me.”

She laughs as she stands and walks toward me. “Or what? Gonna push me down like the little elementary bully you are?”

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