Page 60 of Anathema
The handle turned, and two women fell into the room, both of them drunk off their asses, each holding a red solo cup.
Great… It was the two women from earlier in the night.
“Madison! Look, you interrupted their… whatever this is,” Chyler laughed, covering her mouth and leaning against the doorframe. Madison was holding onto the door handle for dear life.
“Pssh. They’re fine, ain’t no saints in this frat house.” She slurred, gesturing her free arm out wide and taking another drink from her cup.
“Speaking of saints. Check out this handsome devil. What happened to your hand, baby boy?” Chyler tsked as she prowled over toWill, standing just behind Tyler and me, still seething from the bite I took out of him. He towered over her, and she didn’t even look remotely intimidated by the sight of him.
“It’s… nothing. Just a cut.” He gritted out as she touched his forearm to get a closer look.
“Doesn’t look like nothing. Want me to make it better?” She looked up at him with bedroom eyes and a silky smooth tone.
Madison huffed, pushing herself off the door.
“Why do you always get the bigger one? Why can’t I get railed by a bear for once?” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and spilling the last of her beer onto the rug.
“You took too long; take that one.” Chyler gestured to Tyler as she dragged the other man to the bed.
Were they seriously doing this? Like… What the actual fuck was going on right now? Did they not see how Tyler was holding me? How was the other guy’s bleeding finger, not a red flag that something terrible was about to happen here? Of all the people in the world that could have opened that door, it just had to be these two dumb-ass Barbie dolls.
“Fine, but I’m trading after he gets you off,” Madison ordered, pulling me out of Tyler’s arms and shoving me behind her. “What do you say, frat boys? Think you can handle us?” She added, pushing Tyler down onto the bed beside the other guy.
“We’re a little more… experienced than her.” Chyler flipped her hair over her shoulder as a gesture towards me. I caught a wink before she turned her gaze back to the man she straddled on the bed. I was so confused…
The two men looked at each otherbefore their eyes returned to the women straddling their hips. A smirk played on Tyler’s face, and I was long forgotten. They had two bombshells who were willing to fuck them without being forced; I had my way out of here.
Just as I turned to leave, I heard a grunt followed by a wet gurgling sound. I sucked in a breath, daring to turn back and see what had just happened. Chyler let out a dark, malicious laugh as I saw her slide off a limp body, blood soaking the front of her clothes and covering the knife in her hand.
Tyler squirmed beneath Madison’s thighs in a panic.
“What the fuck?!” He shouted, his breathing labored and his voice rough.
“Your turn.” Chyler chuckled with amusement, tossing the blade to Madison, who didn’t hesitate to slit Tyler’s throat before her.
I stared. Unable to even blink in shock at what these women just did to those men.
“I—What?” My voice was breathless as the two of them, soaked in blood, approached me, Madison handing Chyler back her knife, which she cleaned off on the side of her thigh before closing and stuffing it back into her jeans.
“You’re welcome. We heard you screaming from downstairs and figured something was wrong up here. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” Madison placed a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched, unable to comprehend who these women were.
“I’m… I’m fine, who—who are you?” I stuttered, looking between them.
“Who we are doesn’t matter. What matters is you are okay, and neither of these assholes touched you.” She squeezed my shoulder, her face softening with pity for what had transpired.
“Mads, we gotta get going before the cops show up and find us here.” Chyler cut in, moving towards the door. Madison dropped her hand and followed Chyler into the hall.
“Wait,” I called out, turning to face them. “Take—take me with you.” I swallowed, giving them a pleading look. I wanted to be like them: strong, vicious—and unforgiving.
All my life, I wanted to be someone worth fearing, and this right here… I didn’t want it to ever happen to me again.
To be taken advantage of by someone I trusted for over three years. How could he?
Madison and Chyler both looked at me, deciding what they were going to do. Would they let me go with them or leave me here to explain the mess they left behind?
Madison sighed, stepping back towards me.
“Mads.” Chyler pressed, anxious to leave.
