I took the future they wanted from them, so now they’re taking from me, in the only way they can. I’m not sure why I’m even surprised, I know what they’re capable of, because I’ve been their weapon of choice for years.
Dropping my cell to the comforter beneath me, I squeeze my eyes shut and just lay there, heartbroken, stupid and alone. Eventually I force my lids to open, to sit up and act. I call the lawyers who deal with my trust fund first, and have them arrange for a new credit card to be overnighted to me, then I contact the cell phone company and change my cell onto a new plan in my name. Thirty minutes later, I at least have access to money and a cell phone my parents can’t disconnect, even if I only have a handful of clothes and I’m living in a hotel.
Shuffling up the comforter, my skirt ruffles up, my bare ass rubbing along the soft cotton. It takes me a second to remember that I’m not wearing any panties, because they’re in Carson’s pocket. I should have insisted he give them back, told him he couldn’t keep them, but I was too drunk on orgasms to care.
I only have a couple of pairs of underwear anyway and now I have one less, because he decided to punish me for being a bitch. The though heats my cheeks and my sex clenches, reminding me that he took me unapologetically, fucking me hard and making me come over and over.
Ignoring the thrill that rushes through me, I try to focus on something else. I need to get some clothes, only the thought of going shopping is horrifying, because for the last four years my mom has chosen all my outfits. I trusted her to do it, just like I trusted her to shape my actions and my behavior.
Stripping out of my uniform I slide the hotel robe on, then shove my uniform in the bag for cleaning and place it outside the door. Turning on the shower I hang the robe on the hook on the back of the door and step under the stream of water, using the complimentary shampoo and wishing I had my stuff from home.
Melancholy and anger war with each other as I wash quickly then turn off the shower and dry myself with the white hotel towels. My parents are assholes, but I’m still their daughter and they turned their back on me the moment I stopped doing exactly what they wanted me to do, even though what they wanted me to do was awful and a felony.
Clean and dry I shove my arms into the robe, wrap it around my naked body, and sit back down on the bed. Grabbing the remote I turn on the TV just for some noise to fill the empty room that somehow feels quieter, even though it’s a quarter of the size of the suite I’ve been staying in until now.
My cell beeps and I grab for it, hopeful that maybe it’s my mom, that the new housekeeper told her I’d called and that she was reaching out to me, but of course it’s not her.
My disappointment dissolves when I see it’s a message from Carson.
Carson – Why aren’t you in class?
For a minute I think about not replying, then I realize that he’s literally the only person I want to talk to, even though I know I shouldn’t. I don’t understand his agenda anymore, the will is broken, my sister is free, but he’s still playing with me. He doesn’t seem to want anything from me except my compliance and my body, he doesn’t care that I gave away a fortune, he doesn’t expect me to be nice.
Me – I had a headache so I left.
Crawling beneath the covers of the bed I roll to my side, place my palm beneath my cheek and close my eyes. My cell beeps again and I sigh. I want to talk to him, but I don’t at the same time. He belongs to my sister, he’s her friend so I should stay away, but even despite my own warning I click in to see what he text.
Carson – What hotel are you at?
Me – The Haywood.
Carson – Room number?
Me – I’m not up for visitors.
Carson – Room number?
I don’t know why I’m stalling, I’m going to tell him, I always was, even though I know I shouldn’t.
Me – 459.
I wait for his reply, but it doesn’t come. Refusing to admit how disappointed I am, I close my eyes and fall asleep, ready for today to be over.
15
Carson
I fully plan to go back to the boat to do my homework, then meet the guys at some charity event we RSVP’d for, back when we were still trying to make sure everyone important knew Tally wasn’t her sister. Only instead of going to the marina, I find myself handing my keys to the valet outside the Haywood Hotel.
Riding the elevator to the fourth floor I try not to think too hard about why I’m here. I already fucked her once today and her text said she was sick and not up for visitors, so why am I here instead of with my friends?
Honestly I don’t know. Maybe it’s because even though she’s a bitch, I sort of get it. I mean her parents are fucking awful and yeah Carrigan isn’t blameless, but when it counted, she did the right thing. Sometimes, I can almost believe there’s something good beneath the awful person she is, something more.
The elevator dings, heralding my arrival on her floor and I stride purposefully toward room 459, rapping my fist against the wooden door when I reach it. I knock again when she doesn’t answer. “Priss, open up.”
After a minute the door cracks and
