Page 272 of Ominous: Part 1
Our mouths are a collision again. He groans into me. I swallow the sound.
Dominic kisses me so, so softly. His fingers stroke up and down my ribcage. Sensations overwhelm me, and I want to touch Dominic’s hair. I want to grab Eli’s throat.
I want them everywhere.
My thigh muscles ache with how far my legs are spread, inviting them in, giving them permission to own me like I own them. My nipples are tight points, my tank top shifts as Eli lets me breathe and dips his head and pulls at the cotton strap with his teeth, exposing me. He sucks on the underside of my breast, a strangled sound in his throat, like he can’t get enough of me. I’m tense, my spine curved as I arch into him, tipping my chin up as Dominic’s kisses grow more frequent on my skin, but still feather soft.
I’m whimpering, my fingers are curled into fists, wrists still under Eli’s bruising grip.
But in my head, as Dominic’s fingers drift lower, I’m at Sky Wash.
I never told Eli.
What was the point? So he could hurt over an old wound too?
Now, I think I should have told him.
“Eli,” I whisper. “I don’t think I want this.”
Dominic’s lips are so, so soft. But when he speaks, his words don’t match. “I thinkshesaid that before too.”
I don’t hear Eli. I just feel Dominic shift on the bed, no longer touching me, no longer kissing me. Eli cups my face in his hand, but it’s like I can’t see anything at all.
Zachary’s handsare on my hips. He misses me. He doesn’t remember, or maybe there’s a different version in his head, or maybe I dreamed it all. A nightmare come to life, maybe he’s innocent. Maybe I’m the problem.
It’s me.
It’s me.
It’sme.
I showup at Nic’s house after his game. My wrist is throbbing from his initials. He isn’t answering the phone. He doesn’t come to the door. He doesn’t open his window. He’s avoiding me.
Sirens wail in the distance.
They’re not for me, but I’m running.
Sebastian vouches for me to Mom, when she asks where I was, because Sebastian is high.
It’s the next day.
I follow Nic into the bathroom at school. He’s scared of me.
He’s scared, and I like it.
He’s scared, he’s scared, he’s scared—
I’min the car wash.
I’m in my bed.
I smell Zach’s sweat, and his hand is sticky, fingers in my hair.
I
I
I—
