Page 4 of Driven By Dragonblood
They’d abandoned me countless times, the final being Christmas break this year. Rather than have me home from my senior year for the holidays, they jetted overseas on some lovely vacation, dining at five-star restaurants while I’d sat alone in my dorm, eating takeout.
The return of my so-called friends and their readiness to party after break had led us all down a path toward sure trouble and possible destruction.
Well, me, anyway. I was the only one of us who’d ever gone to the roof of our dorm, ready to leap off, believing I could shoot into the sky like a goddamned bird.
Just like Gramma?—
“No.” I shook my head at my inner voice’s insistence, ridding my thoughts of her. I wasnothinglike her.
More snickering sounded between my ears, but I pretended to ignore it like I always did. Wished I could do the same with my throbbing balls.
Obviously, the madness I attempted to hide had reared its head while around others, but someone or something had stopped me. I’d been lucky last time I did a swan dive off a roof that I only shattered bones in my right leg rather than cause my head to splat like a watermelon dropped to the sidewalk.
I wracked my brain, filtering through haziness to remember what had gone down. There had been liquor. A couple of shared joints—one had been laced with a funky substance. Had I hallucinated? Memories flashed through my head like murky shadows.
Stumbling upstairs.
Laughing like the Mad Hatter.
Howling into the sky like I was a werewolf or some shit.
A straitjacket
Sweet darkness finally quieting my consciousness that was louder than most humans’.
“Moron,” I muttered to myself, wishing I could scrub my hands through my hair and try to rip it from my scalp.
I’d been so close to full independence. A few months away from graduating, but even better, not long before Iturned eighteen, when I would have complete freedom from the rule of my parents, who didn’t give a shit about me.
Having visited this lovely—not—place before, I expected a ninety-day stay with shit food, therapy, and playdates with fellow inmates who stared and drooled or threw violent tantrums regardless of the drugs they had shoved down their throats.
At least I didn’t have a roommate. Maybe I would manage to get some sleep?—
The familiar squeak of a cart came from out in the hallway, and I glanced toward the solid white door with its small square of unbreakable glass. A pause in the noise assured me the orderly had stopped. Sure enough, a beep sounded, and my room’s door swung open to allow a sweet-smelling morsel over the threshold.
My dick didn’t care about being caught straining toward the ceiling. It had a brain of its own, and exhibition was its kink, especially when it came to pretty ladies.
I grinned at the face I recognized from my last stint in Lockwood, the only good thing about being behind Lockwood’s walls. “Nurse Yum Yum.”
She snickered, shaking her dark head, cheeks pink as she glanced over my restrained form. “Yano,” she reminded me while I fought off the need to thrust into the air, desperate for a touch from one of the few people in this joint who hadn’t stared at me like I was some deranged criminal.
“I don’t know,” I said smoothly, checking her out from cleavage to Crocs in her blue scrubs, my backside shifting restlessly as pre-cum smeared between my cockhead and the gown. “Still looking as delicious as ever.”
Nurse Yano rolled her eyes and wheeled the cart closer while I stared up at her face, loving how I unnerved her. How she couldn’t keep her gaze from flitting to the tent above mygroin. I flexed my cock every single time, expecting a wet spot had appeared, considering how much I leaked.
She bit her lip while putting the cuff on my arm, glancing once more at where I ached.
“Naughty girl,” I whispered, and she cleared her throat, pretending to be all professional and shit.
I’d tried to get into her panties when I’d last been locked up in this shithole, but with me being underage…fuck. I wasstilltoo young. But in three months?—
“No,” she stated firmly, and I huffed as she pumped the cuff full of air.
Same as last time, I was a caged animal being poked at, but at least she didn’t hold a needle.
“You’re no fun,” I muttered with a pout that included puppy dog eyes.
“Because you’re jailbait.”
