Page 8 of Borrowed
My breath caught when I saw him on his knees beside my bed, kneeling.His hot whispers brushed just above my skin.
Where no one else sees.
Where I’m softest.
Where I’m his.
Behind me, Mila exhaled.
A twitch.
A shift.
Her blanket pulled tighter.I wondered if she dreamt of boys with voices like knives.
“You’re almost perfect,” Toby whispered, lips at my hip, his tongue licking at the red smudges on my fingertips.“But ink fades, Sister…Flesh doesn’t.”
And that was when he told me what to do next.
When he dropped a pencil on my bed.
How to make it real.
But that part…
That comes later.
For now, I just stood there in my pretty panties that felt like flowers, lit by the blue night light in the corner, letting my twin stare at the body he said he owned.
And Mila?
She didn’t move.
I lay on my bed, the scratchy feeling making me itch.Home didn’t have itchy beds.
“I’m waiting,” Toby said, his grip resting on my knee, pulling my legs apart to see the mess he made of me.
I whimpered, feeling his tongue slip through his bandages to leave a trail across my skin.It was hot then cold.I wanted to feel it again.
“More T?—”
Toby’s finger pushed into my mouth, and I fell silent like the walls.
“No talking, Tabitha.Unless you want your friend to play with us?”
I blushed, my body getting hotter in my belly.I did want to play.I didn’t like cats, but I liked Mila’s body.She had pretty blonde hair that reminded me of gold.Her body was bigger than mine, and I wanted to taste her.
So much body to taste.
“You can’t wear her, Sister.But C’mon.Let’s play.”
Mila was asleep, drooling into the pillow beside me like the world didn’t ache.
Like she didn’t hear the whispers in the walls, Toby spoke through them.
Drowned the other voices.
I heard them all.
