Page 65 of Make Me Scream
“Hey,” Adam leers, and I feel his eyes all over me. My skin crawls, and I desperately need a shower. I swallow the bile slithering up my throat.
“I gotta go,” I mutter and shove away from the table to disappear into my room. I close the door behind me and drop to my bed, head in my hands. I’m hyperventilating, breaths coming too short and too fast. I need to slow them down, but Ican’t. This can’t be happening to me again.
I want to cry, but I laugh instead because what a fucking joke my life is.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t escape it.
I don’t know why it hurts so much—the reality that Lucy has hurt me. It’s not like I didn’t expect it because I did. But I’ve only been here two weeks—and it’s fucking Christmas Eve. I guess I expected it to take a bit longer before the disappointments started rolling in.
But now, I’ve gotta take matters into my own hands and do what needs to be done, as much as it’s going to hurt me. Because I can’t do this.
I can’t risk my life anymore.
With shaking hands, I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts until I reach the “J’s”, my thumb hovering over his name with trepidation coiling in my gut. Once I do this, there’s no going back.
But then, I hear that creepy motherfucker’s laugh echoing down the hall, and my decision is made for me. I exhale heavily and press call, then put the phone up to my ear. It rings thrice before he picks up.
“Hello?” he drawls in confusion.
You can do this, Abel.
To survive.
“Jason, baby, long time, no speak,” I purr, falling back into my old speaking pattern like it never passed.
“Abel?” he questions, voice raising a few octaves.
I smirk, even though he can’t see. “The one and only.”
“Holy shit, I thought you disappeared on me,” he muses, and I frown.
Fuck, I really don’t want to do this… but Jason was good to me, and he paid well. If it’s just him…
Survive, Abel.
“I did, but I’m back from the dead,” I deadpan, which makes him laugh loudly. I pull my phone away from my ear, rolling my eyes.
“Good to know. And why are you calling me?” he asks teasingly.
Itsk.“I think you know why, baby,” I drawl.
“Oh, do I?” I hear him lick his lips, and I shudder, unable to help my body’s response to his apparent arousal.
Damnit.
“You want me, don’t you?”
“Mmm, you were pretty good. But you did ghost me, which is naughty.”
“Come on, baby. You’ve always known I’m naughty; that’s not much of a surprise. And you like naughty,” I add flirtatiously.
He laughs gleefully, and I smirk, knowing I’ve got him hook, line, and sinker. “You’ve got me there.”
“Oh, I know it,” I drawl. “Come on,” I purr. “Tell me you missed me.” I drop back on my bed and cross my legs, hating the rush of heat in my groin. I missed the power this gave me. The control and triumph.
“I did, baby boy. It’s been too long.”
That nickname makes me wince. I completely forgot Jason ever called me that, and it feels so fucking wrong coming out of his mouth.
