Page 83 of The Teacher of Nothing
“Morning,” he parrots. “You look a little green around the gills. Feeling okay?”
His voice almost sounds sincere, which has alarm bells ringing inside my head, making the hangover headache throb even harder. Darren isn’t the caring stepfather he portrays to the outside world. He’s a total dick.
“I’m fine,” I croak. “Where’s Mom?”
“She went into the office.” He sets his phone down on the table with a soft clank. “Want me to make breakfast? Sausage gravy and biscuits perhaps?”
I nearly throw up at the thought, which makes me think that was his intent. With a quick shake of my head, I reach into the cabinet and grab a box of PopTarts. “This will do.”
Mom never goes into the office on Saturdays. Usually, on the weekends, she sleeps. A lot. It’s when she takes many of her pills. It’s like she knows she has to put up with Darren and Levi too, but chooses to check out completely, leaving me on my own to deal with them.
“I should go visit her,” I say, not looking at him. “Maybe bring her lunch.”
“Don’t bother your mother. Besides, she should be home by lunchtime anyway.”
I snag a bottle of water from the fridge and am planning to take the whole box of PopTarts with me to my bedroom when I’m stopped by Darren’s laugh.
“This is too good to be true,” he murmurs, shaking his head with a grin splitting his face. “Unbelievable.”
“What’s too good to be true?”
He holds up his phone. “It’s all over the news this morning. Underage drinking bust at Park Mountain Lodge. Do you know what this means for my lawsuit?” He chuckles again and then glances over at me. “We should go to dinner tonight to celebrate.”
If it weren’t for my intense desire to leave Darren’s presence immediately, I’d have probably thrown up at his words. But I’m desperate to lock myself away in my room away from him.
Callum’s family is under scrutiny for last night’s party.
This will be bad for the campaign—the whole family really.
“I’m going to lie back down,” I murmur. “I’ll let you know if I’m feeling well enough for dinner later.”
I don’t wait for a reply and rush out of the kitchen. Once I’m safely in my room, I set down my stash on my dresser and thenstart for the door to block it with my nightstand. Just as I reach it, someone pushes inside.
Levi.
“Get out,” I hiss over the thunderous roar of my panicked heart.
He ignores me, shutting the door behind him. “Don’t be like that, Willa. You shouldn’t be mean to your only friend.”
His words grate on me. Lifting my chin, I affix him with a heated glare.
“I have friends.”
He sniggers. “Once Dad is done running the Park family’s name through the mud, those new friends of yours won’t want anything to do with you.”
I take several steps back when he prowls my way. My eyes flicker over to the window and then the door behind him, counting the distance to my exits. Before I can make my escape, he pounces. His large hands seize my face and he uses his body against mine to press me to the nearest wall. My head thuds against the sheetrock with a loud thunk.
And then his lips are on mine.
I freeze, a shriek of terror lodged in my throat. His mouth isn’t gentle as he groans and attempts to get his tongue past my lips. The whimper that escapes me gives him the access he needs. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, making me gag at how deep he goes. My brain catches up with my body and I grab at his T-shirt to push him away. This only seems to embolden him. He bites my bottom lip hard as he slides a hand to my throat, pinning me. His other hand slips down my front and crudely finds its way into my shorts
“Ahh,” I cry out, tears filling and spilling from my eyes. “Don’t! S-Stop!”
His finger is rough as it probes my pussy, seeking entrance inside me. The dry burn of his thick digit makes me sob as he forces it into my body.
“Fuck, yes,” Levi murmurs against my mouth. “So fucking tight.”
A door slams against the wall and before I can process what’s happening, Levi is being dragged from me, Darren’s grip on his ear leading him away. I collapse to the floor, gaping up at the two of them.
