Page 34 of No, For An Answer
The night she tried to call me, but I was too busy at the cinema with a friend. The night I became her last hope. When everything was said and done, I’d beg for her forgiveness for the rest of my life if I have to. I’ll never allow myself a single moment of happiness ever again. She needed me and I was too busy. I wasn’t there.
“I’ll kill you, Ashley,” Marcus presses his nose to my face as he releases the words in what he thinks is a threat. Nothing like that scares me. I’m waiting for death. I can feel my face going red, the veins in my forehead protruding to the surface. Jesse taps his hand, and he releases me. I desperately suck in heavy breaths and drop my head back against the lockers, coughing.
My eyes darting between the both of them. I haven’t said anything about Jesse’s little stunt the other night and in all honesty, I never planned to. I wanted him to sweat. Be afraidthat I could ruin him. Instead, he’s choosing to make this as though I wanted it, like I deserved it.
I only intended to piss Fran off, to have her walk into the bathroom and see him on his knees eating my pussy or my ass, whichever came first really. I never asked to be fucked. Nobody asks to be raped. A bubble of laughter balls up in my lower stomach as the air seeps into my lungs and I take those much needed, calming breaths.
“What’s so fucking funny?” Jesse seethes, his face screwed up like someone killed his dog.
“You think threatening to kill me is going to scare me?”
“It should do Ashley; I don’t make empty threats,” he snarls. I stand up straighter and take a step towards him. My face blank, looking up at him through my eyebrows, giving my best Kubrick stare.
“Well, it doesn’t. And you know why?” I wait for an answer, but it never comes. “Because I’ll climb in the window of your fucking frat house, walk up the stairs and cut your fucking throat in your sleep. I know what you did to that girl last year.” The moment the words leave my lips, the realisation hits him, and his features begin to soften. Fear marring his face as Maisy’s name probably flitters through his memory like a stain he can’t remove.
“I know everything.” From the corner of my eye, I see Marcus’ mouth drop open slightly as he looks towards his brother. The feeling of watching him squirm is way too enjoyable as the corner of my mouth curves up into an odious smirk.
“What’s going on here?” I know that voice. Within a split second I mask my face with a beautiful smile and turn to face Nathan.
“Nothing, Professor Danvers. Jesse and Marcus were just asking to help carry my things to the cafeteria.” Turning back to face them I smile harder, baring my teeth. “Right boys?” I wink in their direction.
“She hurt herself at the frat party the other day, so we just wanted to make sure she was ok.” Jesse lies. The muscles in his jaw rippling through his skin as he grinds his teeth together.
“Always helpful to new starters,” Marcus jumps in, a fake grin curling his mouth.
“Miss Porter, join me in my office. I have to discuss matters of the pop quiz with you.” Nathan places both his hands in the pockets of his navy slacks and nods his head to the left, gesturing for me to gather my things and follow him. I stare deep into Jesse’s soul as I reply.
“Sure thing.” Bending down, I pick up my backpack, leaning into his ear as I stand. “Sleep well fucker. Make sure your doors and windows are locked.” I shoulder check him on my way past and fall in step with Nathan as I follow him back to his office. No doubt for a little têt-á-têt.
“Thanks for that,” I whisper.
“Everything ok?” he asks, looking down at me briefly as we make our way down the hallway.
“Nothing I can’t handle myself, that’s for sure.” I thread one arm through both straps on the backpack, lifting it up onto one shoulder.
“We’ll talk about it later.” he breathes through his nose. His face is usually without an ounce of expression, however right now, he seems to be infuriated.
“We won’t.” I roll my eyes, punching in a text to Mia that I won’t be able to meet her and the team for lunch as something came up. As he pushes me through the front door of the receptionist’s office, I screw my face up at her. I’ve seen her in the hallways here and there and for some reason she’s taken a major disliking to me.
I’m about done here already, and I’m also in no mood to have anyone being happy around me. I know what he’s calling me inhere for and I wonder whether this is what he was like before me. The receptionist looks at me in disgust and I begin laughing.
Ashley, please. Remember our plan.
Remember what we decided to do.
I’m hearing Maisy more and more lately. The closer I get to avenging her death, the more she enters my mind and I find solace within the sound of her beautiful voice. Living on this earth without her for the past year has given me nothing but sadness and a desire to hurt all those who hurt her.
Fran was always going to be first. She started this, and she in motion the pain that Maisy was enduring every day during her first year at Brown. Next on my list are those fucking rats she calls her friends.
I have the perfect plan for them and I’m so excited about it I can’t wait. Quick and easy. Knowing that soon enough, I’ll be hearing their screams as I watch them slowly die, is turning me on.
Yeah, I think I might be a little more messed up that I initially thought.
“Sit.” Pushing me into the leather chair in front of his desk, he turns the lock on the door, moving to sit on the edge of his desk, right in front of me. In all his glory looking like a fucking GQ model and with the way I feel now, having him fuck me in the ass might actually calm me down. Stop my brain from overthinking and I might be able to get some fucking peace from my inner thoughts. Leaning back in the seat, I roll my lips together and look up at him.
“So, what was that?” He presses.
“Nothing.” Curling my fingers into my palm, looking at my nails. Uninterested in what he has to say. When I got back to the dorms last night, thankfully everyone was asleep in their rooms. The car I used to take the late-night drive back to school was arental. I cleaned as much of the blood from my body, and the car as I could, making sure nothing could be traced back to me.
