Page 17 of Beg Me

“Open up,” we hear from the door, in the creepiest fucking voice I have ever heard in my life. It sounded like a squeaky door mixed with a demon.

We all look at each other terrified. Olive starts to call Jayce. “No answer, fuck!”

“Go to the bathroom! If anyone comes through that door they’re dead,” Zander whisper shouts at us.

Olive and I go to the bathroom and lock the door. Today just keeps getting worse and worse. I am so over it.

Chapter 8

Olive

That voice has haunted my dreams for eleven years. I stand there in a panic as the memories start to flood back.

11 Years Ago - Olive - 18 Years Old

“Bye!!” I yell as I watch my parents drive away from the motocross track.

They have kept me sheltered my whole life, but now that I’m eighteen they know they have to give me more freedom whether they like it or not. They decided to let me keep the travel trailer and stay at the track for the weekend.

I’m still in the little safety bubble they built though, it’s like getting a tiny taste of freedom I suppose. Their friends own the track and are under strict orders to report every single thing back to my parents in real-time. I love those two but damn, I need to stop letting them control me. Who am I kidding, I roll my eyes at myself. I will never say a thing to them, they have me whipped and they know it.

If this is my first taste of freedom, I will take as much advantage of this time as I possibly can. Grabbing my bag from under my bed, I smile at the stash I have grown over the years, I look over my beautiful bounty of tiny alcohol bottles. From the random trips my parents and their friends would take and buy way too much to drink, then leave it around. On the plane trips, they would pass out, and the little bottles would slip into my bags.

It’s been almost ten years of stocking up on these babies, and even though I’m alone, I fully intend to celebrate my freedom for the first time.

Opening the bottle of tequila, I take a sniff and immediately regret it.

“Oh my gosh,” I gag.

Better just do it quick, that’s why they are called shots I guess? Weird not seeing them taken out of someone’s mouthor belly button the way my parents’ friends always had, but to be honest, that always seemed absolutely disgusting to me. I plug my nose, down the shot, and take a big swig of lemonade to wash it down. Dry heaving I stand up, “stop being so dramatic, everyone loves this shit,” I say to myself in the mirror, still trying not to puke.

That is awful, but oh my goodness, I feel so warm and fuzzy already. It probably doesn’t help that I haven’t eaten much today, but we will get to that when we get to that. It can’t make that big a difference, right? Shrugging to myself, I grab another and repeat the process.

* Knock knock*

I rush to hide everything back in my little hidey hole and wander over to the door slowly, sniffing my shirt to see if I smell like tequila. Fuck it, I wouldn’t even know at this point. It feels like it’s seeping out of my pours. Opening the door to a grumpy old man’s face, I burp covering my mouth embarrassed.

“I am so sorry, Bill. I just had some of my spicy chili.” It’s his favorite food so I know it will make him think of something other than the smell pouring out of the trailer.

Sniffing, and shifting back and forth on his feet, as if he is itching to get back to his trailer. “No problem Oli, just checking in on you. I’m heading to bed. Need anything before I take my pills?” He chuckles. Once he takes his pills, a bomb could be going off on top of him and he wouldn’t wake up.

“Thank you so much for checking me, I’m all good. Going to hang out and eat junk food, watch scary movies, and head to bed.” That seems to appease his suspicion.

“Night, Oli.” He waves and turns to walk off.

Waving back and closing the door, I lean my back against it and slide down the door wrapping my arms around myself, resting my head on my knees. Let’s see how tonight is going to go.

The credits roll as the spooky music starts to signal the ending of the movie. It’s so stuffy in this stupid trailer. Looking at the clock, I realize it’s two a.m. I’m in tiny booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt with my favorite book character on it. Who wouldn’t want to walk around with a sexy shadow daddy on their shirt?

No one will be up at this point anyway, there are only six trailers here currently. Stepping out and taking in the crisp night air, I smile.

The desert is so fucking beautiful at night. An orange glow catches my eye, shit a campfire. Someone’s still up. Turning around just as I go to open the door, I’m startled suddenly.

“Hey gorgeous, what are you doing out here so late?” One of the guys from the campsite next to mine whisper yells across the walkway to me. “Come on over here, hang out with us.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, do these people know my parents?

“Oh, I’m already in PJs and wanted to grab some air, I don’t want to be a bother.” Hoping they will drop it, I turn back to my door.

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