Page 6 of Make Me Scream
“Fine!” I stumble back at thewhooshof frigid, burning hot air, a tornado of oxymorons as Peris tramples over me, sending me tumbling back onto my bed. I’m heaving for breath, unable to inhale as he crawls atop me, legs on either side of my waist. Crotch to crotch. Dick to dick. Mouth to mouth.
His tongue plunders my mouth, saturating and consuming. Our noses drag against one another as he licks across my teeth, paying special attention to each tooth that isn’t quite so smooth.Hands bite into my upper arms, leaving more finger-shaped bruises I’ll savor with a special reverence when I’m alone.
I gasp for breath when Peris finally releases my mouth, only to drop down to my neck. He latches onto the skin there and sucks—hard. I shriek, only to have his hand slap across my mouth with a loud crack. I groan at the sting, my cock throbbing in my sweatpants.
My throat pulsates in time with my heartbeat as he sucks bruise after bruise into my flesh, marking me as his—for however long they’ll last.
But it won’t be forever.
I’m not anyone’s permanently.
When Peris has decided he’s left enough of his mark on my neck, his lips find mine once more, and when that happens, a sort of frenzy begins. His hips roll and thrust, grinding our dicks together. The frictions is nearly painful through our clothes and nowhere near enough, but it’ssofucking good—and nearly too much at once.
I reach up and claw my way into Peris’s hair, yanking strands out as I dig my nails into his scalp, yanking and pulling, moving him any way I can to get himcloserclosercloser.He grunts and snarls before sinking his teeth into my tongue.
Blood drips into our mouths, karma in every sense of the word as our cocks pulse and we spill into our pants, always craving our hate and insanity as we lose ourselves in it.
As I come down from my high, panting into Peris’s mouth, breathing in his breath as my own, I relish in his taste and his heat and his touch while it lasts—before the inevitable hate and self-loathing makes itself known again.
It takes longer than I thought as time slowly ticks by, one inevitable heartbeat at a time.
“Runt…” Peris says, softer than expected after an endless amount of time. It’s dark outside… definitely the middle of thenight. I’m exhausted, the day having been way too fucking much. I want nothing more than to grab my lighter and burn the nightmare of it away, but I’m surprisingly content lying halfway beneath Peris, listening to his breaths and feeling his heartbeat against mine.
I sigh loudly, hoping he’ll get the hint that I don’t want to fucking talk. “What, Peris?” I thread my fingers through his hair again and yank, drawing a low hiss from his throat. It’s quiet after that, leaving only the sound of our breaths and the eventual chirp of the birds as the sun slowly begins its ascent in the sky.
It’s only me and Peris and our bodies melded together as we lose ourselves in our sadness.
Surprisingly enough, I find myself resenting the morning sky and what it means. The separation. The forced awareness of reality. What tomorrow brings and all that fucking nonsense.
“Nothing is going to change.” Peris’s voice shatters my tumultuous thoughts, as if he knew what I was thinking.
“You can’t say that,” I say with a sigh, still threading my fingers through his thick, wavy hair.
He nods against my chest, still lying against me. “Not really, but I’m still saying it. This is your home. She can’t just take you away now. You’re eighteen.”
“You think that matters? You think she even remembers? I’ve still got two and a half months ‘til I’m legally an adult, Peris. And unfortunately, the courts love sticking to the mother’s side. If she’s clean, I’m probably going to have to go back with her eventually. That’s just the truth of it.”
He stiffens, and I laugh. “Mom will fight for you,” is what he says, and I laugh even louder and force him off of me so I can sit up. I need away from him. Away from his heat and false promises and bullshit he knows nothing about.
I can’t hear this shit.
I stand up and turn my back to him, dragging my fingers through my dirty hair and yanking. “It won’t make a fucking difference.”
“You can’t know that?—”
“Get the fuck out.”
“Runt,” he snarls, low and threatening.
“Don’t even fucking start with me, Peris!” I whip around to shout at him, heart nearly bursting from my chest as tears spring to my eyes. “I can’t do this hot and cold bullshit with you right now, okay?! Ican’t.Not today, don’t you understand? Please,” I plead, staring into his golden-green eyes with tears in my own, not even close to faking it. “Please just leave me alone.”
He blinks at me slowly, probably not expecting my outburst. His sharp jawline clenches and bulges as he flexes his fists at his sides, but he finally makes the right choice and leaves me alone.
I try to release a breath of relief, but it comes out as a sob, and I fall to my knees, choking on my tears as the reality of my world being flipped upside down again hits me.
This is what I fucking get for finally falling for it…
There’s no such thing as a happy ending for kids like me.
