I forced the thoughts away, unable to face the twisting maelstrom of emotions they brought up in me.
By the time I returned to the room, Blake was gone and he’d left my uniform for me on the bed. I grabbed my school diary out of my bag and struck off two more of Blake’s crimes, a weight lifting from me as I did so.
The sex tape
The fish stew
The Unspeakables
The storm
The font
The bathtub
The ice
The gun
The clothes
The humiliation
The shower
The letters
THE VOW
I had to focus on dealing with the rest of the list, then I’d figure out what to do after that.
I dressed quickly, doing my hair and makeup in the mirror before heading out to make breakfast.
I cooked their usual meals and sat across from them with a bowl of yoghurt and muesli as they devoured their food. Blake kept looking up from his pancakes and smirking knowingly at me and I couldn’t fight a mischievous grin in response as I thought over our morning together. His foot suddenly hooked mine under the table and a blush rolled into my cheeks.
Kyan slammed his cutlery down on his empty plate and I jolted at the sound, looking to him in surprise.
“It’s not going to clean itself, baby.” He sat back in his chair with a sneer and I pushed out of my seat, glowering at him as I snatched his plate up and knocked the remains of his coffee into his lap in the same movement. “Oops.”
Saint continued to slice apart his toast with vicious precision, throwing an idle glance between us before placing a forkful in his mouth. “Clean that up,” he growled at me in warning as Kyan stood, the coffee soaking into his crotch.
I walked away with my hips swinging, heading to the kitchen to clean Kyan’s plate and sensing him hounding after me.
As I placed the washing up in the rack, he swung me around by my waist, grabbing a dishcloth from the side and holding it out to me. “Get the stain out.”
“Just change your pants, asshole,” I hissed.
He shrugged, reaching down to unzip them and pull them off in front of me so he was standing in his black boxers. I rolled my eyes as he balled them up and handed them to me. “Are you gonna get me another pair or what?” He arched an eyebrow and I clenched my teeth. Why is he testing me today?
I shoved past him, heading to his room and tossing his trousers into the laundry as I walked into his closet. You want clean pants, asshole? Fine.But I can’t promise the rest of your pants will stay clean.
His stuff had all been neatly put back by Rebecca within hours after I’d ripped everything out of here the other week, so there was no point doing that again. It was infuriating.
I snatched out a pair of his smart school pants and smirked as I had a stupid idea. When Kyan was being a dick, I wanted to out-dick him as much as I could. And sometimes that called for being ridiculous.
I pulled on his trousers, tucking my skirt into them and grabbing out a belt so I could keep them in place on my small frame. I tightened it around my waist then rolled up the bottoms of the pants with a snort of laughter. I grabbed the other four pairs of school pants he had, opened his window and tossed them out onto the muddy ground below with a light laugh. Then I turned to grab the rest of his jeans and pants, throwing them outside too so the only clean ones he had were now on me. When I was done, I took one of his elastics and tied my hair up into a topknot.
I grabbed the baseball bat standing by his bed and swaggered out of his room, heading through to the lounge and resting it against my shoulder like a total douche in a perfect impression of Kyan.
“Hey dude-bros, guess where Kyan’s only clean pants in the house are?” I rounded to face them and Saint’s jaw dropped, Blake burst out laughing and Kyan looked like he was caught between jumping me and laughing his head off. I shook my hips tauntingly. “Hmm, I think I’m gonna go roll in the mud with the rest of your pants.” I raced for the door and Kyan tore after me like a charging rhino.
“Oh no you don’t!” He snatched me around the waist, lifting me into the air and the bat dropped from my hand with a clatter as it hit the floor. I shrieked as he carried me back to the lounge and threw me down on the couch ungracefully. I laughed as he fell over me and I punched him square in the chest, but wasn’t really putting any strength into it. He grinned wickedly as he grabbed the belt and started unbuckling it as I wriggled beneath his weight.
“Fuck, you’ve never looked so hot, baby. Do I look this good all the time?” He got the belt free and yanked the pants down, exposing my panties to him as my skirt was all bunched up over my thighs. He ripped them down my legs, but before he could get them off fully, Blake dove over the couch and knocked him off of me onto the floor.
“Run Cinders!” he called as he fought to keep Kyan down and I laughed.
I scrambled over the back of the couch, hoisting Kyan’s pants up around my waist with both hands
