Page 41 of Beg for Death
"I want to go on a date."
"That's not happening."
His instant refusal hurt. It felt like a serrated blade cut me in the middle of my chest. "Why?"
"I kidnapped you." Ezra said it like that was all the explanation I needed.
So he didn't want to be seen out in public with me either. What I had with Ezra was better than anything I'd ever had, but with him, I wanted more. I should be happy with whatever he gave me, but for once, I thought things were going to be different.
I slid off his lap slowly and sat back on the sofa. I wanted to go to bed and cry into my pillow. Tears stung the back of my eyes, threatening to spill over no matter how hard I fought.
"Que le den.Fuck it. Get dressed."
My head snapped up, and I turned to Ezra. "Really?"
"Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind."
I ran down the hall, going through the bag of clothes Ezra had taken from my dorm once I got to my room. I didn't have many choices. For the longest time, I tried to blend in and make it so I wasn't in anyone's way. There was one time I'd thought of changing my wardrobe. I still had the outfit.
Black ripped jeans with a green crop top that had frayed edges. Showing off my stomach was already pushing the envelope. When I'd originally bought the outfit, my vitiligo had been concentrated on my face, hands, and chest. It had since appeared on my stomach, thighs, and arms. There wasn't a part of me that wasn't dual tone. I knew some thought it looked cool but I'd grown up with plenty who teased me about a disease that didn't exist.
Before I could overthink it, I got dressed. Slipping the clothes on, they fit perfectly still. The high waisted jeans hugged my curves. I grabbed black small hoops and slipped them into my ears.
In the bathroom, I did what I could with the curls, trying to give them some kind of structure. With each step, I checked myself over repeatedly. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass my daddy.
My heart pounded against my ribcage as beads of sweat collected above my brow. I wiped it away but more would come the closer I got to being done. I stayed staring at myself in the mirror for a few more extra seconds as my stomach turned.
Maybe I should tell him… never mind. Who am I kidding? Who'd want to be seen out in public with me?
"Boy, get your ass out here right now."
"Coming."
I shut the light off and headed out, my nerves bouncing around. My brain was a mess, and with each step I took, the doubt settled in further. I stopped short of wringing my hands as I waited for Ezra to glance up from his phone.
His head lifted, and for a short second, I thought about running and hiding in the bedroom.
"Eres increíblemente guapa."You're goddamn gorgeous.
"Do you want me to change? I can put something else on."
"No." He grabbed my face. "What did I say about hurting my property?"
What? All the voices in my head screaming at me I wasn't worth it or looked good stopped.
His thumbs dug into my fleshy cheeks and pressed hard. He leaned forward, sucking up all the air around me. I couldn't think, let alone remember to breathe. Ezra bit my bottom lip, covering the piece of flesh in searing pain. A moan that quickly turned into a whimper fell from my lips.
"Stop chewing the inside of your cheeks."
Air rushed into my lungs as I finally took in a breath. "Sorry, Daddy."
"You're going to be later." He swiped his tongue over my lip as if relishing in the pain he inflicted on me. "Now, come on."
I grabbed his hand the moment he got close to the door. I hadn't been in the outside world in a long time. We'd been in this bubble at the cabin. At some point it had become my norm. It should have scared me, and maybe I was, but I couldn't find it in me to care enough.
"What if I run away?"
Ezra opened the door and paused. His back stiffened. "You think I'd let you get far?" His laughter was short but full of confidence of a man who was used to doing whatever he wanted. "Estúpida putita.Stupid whore." He grinned back at me. "Try it."
