Page 4 of Sleepless Beauties
“FuckingLost Boyswannabe!” I slam my fist into his back.
Someone passes by. A woman wearing a sweater and boots stares, but when she looks up at Prey…
“Little sisters. You know how they are. Am I right, Karen?” I can hear the cocky smirk in his tone.
Her face flushes bright red and she scurries off.
“Fucking cock-corpse! Put me down!”
“I would, but then you’d stop with all the pretty compliments, and my ego could really use a boost lately.” Another long drag sends another flurry of ashes into my face. “Tell me more about my dead hard cock, Pretty Pet.”
My fists clench so hard my nails sink through the skin.
“Where are you taking me?” I huff.
“Home. You’ve been ordered to stay home for the next seventy-two hours.” His cold palm against my thighs burns right through my jeans and sends a shiver slinking through my body. “We could have done this the easy way. You could have just left and let me follow you for the next three days, but no. You had to be a literal pain in my ass.”
He jumps over a puddle and my forehead bounces off said ass.
The grinding of my teeth is all I can do. I fold my arms and try to keep warm in my thin long-sleeved shirt.
I didn’t dress to be cuddling the dead today. He’s dropping my body heat just from being near me.
“Then just put me down and you can walk me home.”
“Sounds so much sweeter when you say it like that, Pet.”
My fists tighten beneath my arms as I roll my eyes hard.
“Want me to buy you flowers too?”
I keep my eyes closed and just try to endure the torment.
“If you count all of our little meetings, we would be well past the third date, you know? I hear that means something for you prudish human bitches.”
I exhale slowly.
Only two blocks. Two blocks and I’ll be home.
“Tell me, do you prefer cotton… or lace?” His big palm slides up my thigh and he pushes hard over the curve of my ass. “I bet you’re a cotton cunt, huh?”
And that’s the last thing he says to me before I decide I’ve had enough.
My palm bites into the back of his neck, holding his head firmly while my leg rises up as high as I can manage.
Then my knee clocks into his nose so hard I hear the crunch of bone as I’m falling. The sidewalk comes up fast and my palms break my fall with biting pain scraping into the skin. I’m on my feet and running before he lets out his first curse word.
Or even his second.
The sounds of my sneakers scuffing pavement and the slamming of my heartbeat become one and the same. It’s a psychotic symphony of sound filling my ears that just urges me to run faster. To make it back over to Crimson Road. I have to get there. I have to get over the line.
I have to see my sister.
I turn the corner sharply. It’s an alleyway just before Crimson Road. A rusted dumpster gives way to the rotting stench of old Chinese food. It’s just up ahead. All I have to do is make it just around that dumpster.
It’s just a few feet now...
It’s right there!
