Page 5 of Make Me Scream
Words stick to the roof of my mouth, unable to leave my tongue as her gaze flickers back and forth between us. Peris is hardly fucking subtle as his eyes bore into the side of my face as I stare down at the veins in the wooden tabletop.
My top lip pulls into a sneer, just knowing he’s looking at me. What he’s risking exposing when I’m already so damn close to jumping right off the edge and losing it all.
Elise could’ve walked in at any moment. She could’ve seen what we were doing, and it would’ve been all over from there, and what would I do then? I would have no choice but to go with Lucy.
“We got into a fight, Ma,” he finally says at last, and I blow out a slow breath and let my eyes fall closed for a brief moment.
“A fight,” she deadpans. I glance up when I feel her eyes and shrug sheepishly.
“Yeah,” I admit because, in all honesty, it’s not exactly a lie.
“A physical fight?” She looks for clarification.
Peris sighs loudly, as if pained by such an admission. He pulls his thick hair up off his forehead before letting it flop back with a groan. “Yes, Mom. A physical fight. I’m not proud of it?—”
“I’m not either!” I interject, trying to make the story as believable as possible, and when Peris shoots me a glare, I narrow my eyes, smirking when he does the same. Even fucked up on pain and desolation, it’s still instinctual to play this game with Peris.
“Okay,okay,” she says sternly, hazel eyes darting between us. They’re hard with anger and frustration and swimming with exasperation from the turn of events. She blows out a long, tired breath, pushing her dark hair back from her face before dropping it into her open palms.
The sight of her looking so dejected makes my heart ache terribly—and the fact I’m the reason why only makes me hate myself more.
“It’s been an incredibly long, strenuous day, so I think what we all should do is just get some rest and try to get a good night’s sleep, yes?” She lifts her head after speaking into her hands andglances between us. Peris and I rip our gazes apart to look at her and nod our heads solemnly in consensus.
“Good.” She nods, then presses her palms to the table to push her chair back. The scraping of the legs doesn’t make a single one of us flinch as they slide across the floor, and Elise pushes to her feet.
She looks between us one last time before settling on me. Her eyes take on a softness I see far too often. My throat clogs up, tightening to the point I’m choking all over again. Elise walks up to me and cups my cheek in her palm as she leans down, her hazel eyes warm and shining.
“You are wanted here, Abel, and this will always be your home, no matter what happens tomorrow, all right?”
I nod, unable to speak a word, but it seems to be good enough for her because she gives me the softest smile. With a light, chaste kiss to my cheek, she rises and heads to bed, leaving Peris and I alone in the kitchen—alone when that’s the last thing we should be, but who would know that aside from us?
When the soft click of Elise’s door closing resounds around us, Peris finally opens his stupid fucking mouth. “Abel…”
“Don’t.”
“Excuse…” He starts before drawing short for a pause. “Don’t what,exactly?” His voice is much colder now. Just the way I like it. With less concern.
Less care.
“Let’s not pretend you give a shit about me,” I snap before making my way out of the kitchen and back into my room. But, of course, the moment I try to close my door, Peris’s hand is there to block it. I roll my eyes but let him through because we both know I don’t really have a choice in the matter.
I never do when it comes to my life.
“What do you want, Peris?”
“What do Iwant?” He sounds incredulous, that precious, thick vein popping out in his left temple in perfect tempo to his heartbeat. It reminds me of when his cock throbs exactly the same way inside me.
I clench at the thought, and unfortunately, my ass still feels well and thoroughly fucked by the boy standing right in front of me, arm extended, long, hard fingers clamped around the edge of the door. Veins bulge from his sinuous forearms. His pulse thrums in his neck so fast, I just wanna lick it.
Damnit, I’m hard.
“Why do you have to be so fucking hot?” I snarl, snapping my crooked teeth. Peris rears back, not expecting my venom. His grip loosens on the door, giving me just enough leverage to plant my hands on his chest and shove him back. He stumbles past the threshold, and I slam the door in his face, twisting the lock and dropping my head to the wood with a deep groan.
Peris pounds his fists into the door,obviouslynot giving a shit his fuckingmothercan hear him. “Open this motherfucking door, right now, runt!”
“Shut the fuck up. Yourmothercan hear you,” I hiss.
“You think I fucking care about that?” he shouts, sounding incredulous. The pounding gets louder. “You think I care what she thinks? What she hears me say? Open. TheGODDAMN DOOR!”
