Page 50 of One Love
Devin
Amaniacal laugh surrounds mein the darkness.
I don’t know where I am, but I do know that laugh of pure evilness belongs to Crystal.
My hands are bound behind my back, and when a light flickers on, I see I’m in a room with nothing but the chair I’m sitting on. It faces a large window like the ones in the police interrogation rooms.
The curtain covering it draws back, and I see Crystal and Sebastian in a bed together, the sounds of them filling the room.
They’re having sex.
Sebastian is doing Crystal from behind, and she’s looking straight at me.
“Yes, Sebastian,” she purrs. “Fuck me just like that. Yes, baby. You know just how I like it.”
Sebastian groans and slaps her ass.
Tears stream down my face as I shake my head.
This can’t be happening.
“That’s right, Crystal.” Sebastian’s voice filters into the room. “Take my cock. All nine inches.”
Her moans grow louder, tormenting my soul as I watch, wondering why I’m not closing my eyes. It’s like I have no control over them as I look on in pure horror.
“Come on my cock, princess,” he tells her, and the use of his pet name for me splinters my heart in two as sobs consume me.
Somehow I manage to get my eyes to close so I don’t have to witness her coming on him.
“Open your eyes, you stupid bitch,” Crystal snarls, and my body complies.
When I open them, she and Sebastian are standing in front of me stark naked, holding jugs of something.
When Crystal lifts her jug over my head, I see the skull and crossbones on the side and know what it is.
“No!” I scream. “No!”
She laughs as she pours the acid over my head.
My hands are magically freed, and I try to wipe it off as they laugh at me, but I only succeed in wiping off my skin. A deep, intense burning consumes me.
“Devin,” Sebastian says my name as he holds up the bottle and hands it to Crystal. “Devin!” he screams.
My body shakes. “Devin, please, baby! Wake up.”
My eyes spring open, and I see the terrified eyes of Sebastian staring down at me. Still caught in my dream, I scramble up the bed to get away from him.
“Princess.” He reaches out as I look around the room and see I’ve been freed from the hell of my dream.
Sobs pour from my chest as I’m wrapped in Sebastian’s arms.
“It—”Hiccup. “—was—”Hiccup. “—so real.”Hiccup.
“Oh, baby.” He runs a hand up and down my back. “You’re safe. I have you.”
He lets me get it all out as I try to come back to the present.
Since the moment Mark left, my mind has been plagued withthe things Crystal has done... and is capable of doing.
Never in a million years would any of us have thought this entire situation with Midtown would have led us here. The revenge plan I thought Paul was trying to enact sounds better by the minute. I’d rather have a dozen pictures of Sebastian and me splattered across the papers of the city than have this reality with Crystal—a reality where she isn’t someone who killed her sister, mother, and a night guard, slept with my boyfriend, changed her entire appearance, got a job at the company he owns, and then invaded our privacy by taking pictures of us.
The topic of Crystal—rather Michelle has been like a third person in the room. It’s no wonder she’s now invading my dreams. I wanted to bring it up a few times, talk about safety measures since this woman is more dangerous than we thought, but I could see how deeply this was affecting Sebastian. I don’t need to be a mind reader to know how badly he’s blaming himself for all that’s happened. I thought he needed a night before we got to that, but clearly I was wrong, and now I’m paying the price as I try to catch my breath. Even though he assured me just two nights ago there was no way Crystal could get in here unless she was Spiderman and wanted to climb twenty-eight floors, he went around and checked all the locks on the windows a second time. I guess, after everything we’ve learned, there’s nothing we should put past her.
When Sebastian finally climbed into bed, he held me tighter than ever before, but it wasn’t enough to keep her away, physically or in my dreams.
