Page 59 of Tortured Whispers
I tried my best to get the fuck away from the guy stalking me around Ashley’s party but he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He followed me around the house three times then out to my car. He kept insisting that my lisp needed his dick then it would be all cured.
Fuckboy.
I literally could not have rolled my eyes harder.
Cease stood right beside me, eclipsing the glow of the streetlight and forcing the fuckboy to look upward. His stupid legs stumbled backward and he looked like he would piss himself when he saw the fury on Caesar’s face.
“H-Hey, I-I’m sorry,” he stammered.
“Did you hurt her?” Cease asked taking one long stride forward. Fuckboy shook his head repeatedly, holding up his hands.
“N-N-No, I didn’t hurt her. I just thought she was cute.” I swore Cease’s stare would make the fuckboy combust and I was halfway looking forward to the spectacle.
I locked my arm with Caesar’s and tugged him toward my car. “I’m fine,” I said quietly.
“I don’t want to fight. I’m sorry,” Fuckboy sniffled. The second Cease turned toward me, Fuckboy darted toward Ashley’s house and out of sight.
“Brooklyn, let’s go. We’ll come back for your car in the morning.” He snagged my bicep in his steel grip and pulled me toward his car like I was a doll. I folded my arms once I was strapped into the passenger’s seat.
“You don’t need to have a fucking attitude. Who the hell was that guy?” He asked as we pulled off.
“I don’t know. Some guy fwom school.”
“He could have hurt you, Brook! Then I would have had to kill him.”
“Defending your niece. That’s honowable,” she scoffed.
“No. Not fucking defending my niece. Defending the woman I love. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
I sat quietly while he drove, fighting off tears. I didn’t want a promise dangled in front of me that I knew couldn’t happen. I’d been researching incest laws in the state of California and the outlook wasn’t good. It was illegal no matter how you presented it. No matter if it was consensual or if everyone was of legal age.
It was fucking illegal.
I couldn’t be with Cease. Not if I wanted him to lead a normal life. Not if I wanted to keep him out of jail. I loved him too much to be so selfish and reckless.
“Can we go inside now?” He asked once we were parked in the driveway. When the movement of the car stopped, the stars in the night sky seemed to spin wildly out of control.
I had too much to drink. My stomach bubbled and I felt every ounce of liquor trying to exit my body. It was like every organ inside of me was rejecting all the red solo cups of alcohol I’d forced upon them. I opened the car door and everything came spewing out.
“Holy shit, Brook,” Cease ran to my side and helped me out of the car.
“I’m gonna be sick again,” I said before dry heaving on the porch.
“Okay, give me a second,” he fumbled with the keys and once the doors opened, I bolted to the nearest bathroom and crashed to the floor in front of the toilet.
“See, you shouldn’t have been drinking,” he fussed as he held my hair back. “You need some ginger ale and crackers. I’ll get you some.” Even though I hated him fussing at me, I had to admit that him being there for me was nice. Him coming to my rescue like that was even better.
If I hadn’t been drunk, I would have been extremely turned on. He went full alpha and didn’t even have to say more than a fucking sentence. The fact that he was a chiseled skyscraper was enough.
Mine.
He was my chiseled skyscraper.
I couldn’t have him though. The thought made tears burn my eyes once I was done throwing up. I sat on the bathroom floor and wished for a razor to appear out of thin air. I wanted to feel physical pain and not the horrible emotions that wreaked havoc on my heart.
“Here, take small sips,” Cease said, handing me a ginger ale. The cold can felt so good against my hot hands. Instead of drinking it right away I just held it against my forehead.
“Wanna tell me what made you get drunk around a bunch of assholes that you don’t even know?” Cease asked, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I let my eyes travel lazily up his long legs before shrugging my shoulders and taking a sip of soda.
