Page 94 of Isolation
“Milo,” Raven finally takes a breather. “You look exhausted. I don’t mind looking over this by myself if you want to take a break.”
“No, I am fine.” And I really am.
I am not thinking about all of the other shit that’s going on. Not my work. Not about my crazy family. Not about my finances. Not even about my emotionally devastated, missing brother.
Once again, she is pulling me out of nothingness to let me breathe; and she doesn’t even notice. But I do.
All I can see is her as my starved eyes take in the only person that matters.
The only person who makes me feel alive, but can also sentence me to death.
The only person who makes me sane again but is also the reason for my insanity.
The only person who can take over my entire brain till I feel like I am asphyxiating and just at the drop of a hat, lets me breathe again.
As she works, I sit there and stare like an idiot at the only person who owns all of me.
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“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yeaa—”Raven moans again, her eyes droopy and words slurred.
I hike her dress further up to the base of her neck, keeping my eyes focused on her, but also behind her.
I see Dad and Mia’s silhouettes through the kitchen window. Raven is pinned against a tree in our backyard while I try to fuck her as quietly as possible.
It’s goddamn near impossible when she is being this tempting, agreeable, and vocal.
I just hope that this corner is dark enough and far enough to fly under the radar. We have ten minutes before Dad or Mia comes out to look for us.
Yes. Yes. I am a monster, especially after Raven so sweetly put aside our differences to help me with Tessa. We are past all the labels—soulless, monster, sociopath. Yawn.
When Tessa spirals this out of control, the rest of us band together. It’s not that far-fetched for Raven to be a team player.
I am well aware that the only reason she is letting me back in her life is because we are family, and we are in an unique predicament.
Like myself, her kryptonite is also love, but for this family.
Plus, tonight is not my fault. Well, it’s not entirely my fault.
After all the shit with Tessa, Dad and I decided that we needed a drink. We were having a glass of Brandy at the kitchen bar when a frustrated Mia and Raven charged towards us.
Wordlessly, Mia opened a bottle of vodka and Raven grabbed two shot glasses.
Dad and I stared in disbelief as my underaged little sister pounded a shot with my ex-ward slash current girlfriend, for all intents and purposes.
After Mia and Raven slammed their shot glasses down, Dad reached over for two more shot glasses, instead of disciplining Mia.
He placed the shot glasses in front of Raven as she poured four shots instead of two.
We all fucking needed a drink after that mindfuck. Even Dad and I realized it. All four of us quietly took one more shot.
By the fourth shot, I kept my eyes trained on Raven. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin looked warm, and her words were starting to slur. She was being friendly… towards me.
I never approved of Raven or Reid drinking as teenagers. But the few times she came home slightly tipsy after a party were some of our most sensational experiences. Her skin would be on fire and she wanted to be touched over and over.
The girl got horny when she got drunk.
