Page 18 of Tortured Whispers
I wanted to be shiny and pretty like the realtor that Caesar smiled at.
She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder before leaning over way too far to hand him a folder of papers. Her boobs were huge. I’m sure that’s what she was trying so desperately to get my uncle to notice. How could he not notice them? They were practically spilling out of her shirt.
My heart sped up a bit and my palms felt damp.
I wanted to run and hide somewhere.
“Brook, you okay?” He asked, leaning over and speaking close to my ear.
“Uh huh,” I nodded quickly and drummed my nails on the tabletop.
“Aww, who’s this? You’re way too young to have a kid this age so she must be your niece, huh?” She beamed with a cheesy grin and looked at me.
“Wow, yeah…how’d you guess?” Caesar chuckled.
“I’m pretty good at figuring people out.” She let her eyes linger on him and I felt jealousy heat my entire face. The heat crept down to my neck and I turned my head so nobody could see me turning beet red.
They held small talk for a while and the longer it went on, the more I fidgeted in my seat. I could feel the dull ache from my newest cut, and suddenly I remembered the razors in my pocket. I tugged on Cease’s hand and he stopped talking to lean over to me.
“Bathwoom,” I whispered.
“Okay, I’ll ask.” He rubbed the back of my hand and asked the pretty realtor where the bathroom was. I hated leaving him alone with her but it wasn’t like he had the same fucked up thoughts I did anyway.
I was his niece.
He called me beautiful because that’s what uncles did. I’d know that if I ever really had one. I’d know that if I wasn’t so fucking stupid.
Ugh.
I pulled the folded paper towel out of my pocket once I locked the bathroom door behind myself. The razors called out to me like a promise of peace. I needed that promise right then because I was starting to sink under the water.
I sat on the edge of the sink and pulled in a deep breath that trembled on the way back out. I found a smooth patch of skin and quickly opened up a shallow cut. The pain bit at my sadness and pulled my focus away from drowning.
Good pain…
I didn’t have time for anything serious while my uncle was only feet away. My thighs clenched thinking about him.
Uncle, Brooklyn. He’s your fucking uncle. Don’t be twisted.
He was so beautiful though.
Something pulsed deep inside of me and it was delicious but it was covered in sin. I blinked rapidly and rushed to clean up so I could get back to Cease. Even being in his space made me feel better.
“Hey, Kiddo. Let’s go. You wanted to see the house, right?” He winked at me and I felt like I would actually combust. His eyes were perfection. I wanted to stop staring but I couldn’t. There was no way.
“Yeah,” I squeaked. I looked around for Ms. Pretty Realtor but she was nowhere to be found. Can’t say I was complaining.
“Why don’t we grab something to eat then head over to the house? I’m starving,” he groaned.
“Me too,” I replied, still stealing glances at him.
Once we were in the car, I pressed my nails into the heels of my hands until my skin throbbed. I wanted to touch Cease so fucking bad it was eating me alive.
“What happened to the realtor?” I asked, my throat dry and my words creaky.
“Oh…she uh…she was a little too friendly. I had to tell her in a polite way that I wasn’t interested.” He shook his head at the memory and pulled away from the office. Meanwhile, irrational anger stormed around in my head like a tribe of giants making my temples ache.
“Oh…” I muttered, sucking on my bottom lip
