“The girl does,” I said mockingly, feeling my lips arch up in a smile. My thighs wrapped around Aaron’s hips.
I let myself fall backward on the hard wood of the desk, as the three of them came to me, covering me with kisses and caresses.
It was just what I’d dreamt about every night in prison.
But now, it was real.
Now, I was Freed.
The End
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Read More of May Dawson’s Books
The Shifter Princess trilogy (complete, available in audio)
The Shifter Academy series (available in audio)
The True and the Crown series (complete)
God Fire Reform School series
The Wild Angels series (complete, available in Audio)
Dead Girls Club
The Academy of the Supernatural trilogy (complete)
Freak
A Highborn Asylum Prequel
Elizabeth Dunlap
About Freak
Deep within the walls of Highborn Asylum, Letty has been told she’s crazy, insane, and magic isn’t real. All of that is disrupted with ‘that boy,’ another patient named Olivander who refuses to leave Letty alone.
There’s something about him that draws her in, but while he seems to know her, she has no memory of him.
What else has the Asylum stolen from her?
Discover the mysteries, and dangers, of Highborn Asylum, in Letty’s epic journey.
1. That Boy
I don’t tell them when the walls are humming. They stopped caring a long time ago.
“The walls aren’t humming,” the doctors would say.
“But they are,” I would insist. “Can’t you hear them?”
Except no one else could. Only me, the freak.
How long had I been here? Who knew? Not me.
Perhaps forever.
Where was here? Highborn Asylum. The same four walls and the same rooms, the same things, the same everything. Sometimes I stared at the sign in the hallway for so long, the letters stopped looking like letters. Highborn Asylum started to look more like a made-up word. Maybe it was made up. Maybe everything was. Maybe there wasn’t anything outside this place. Maybe the entire world was this building, and nothing else.
Stop fantasizing, you know they told you to stop it. You know what they’ll do if they know you’re daydreaming.
Where are my pills? I need my pills. The walls are humming again. Shut up, walls. I can’t hear you. I’ll just be louder than you.
BZZZZZZZZZZ!
“Violet?”
I looked up and realized I was making the sound out loud as I stood at the counter for my little white cup of pills. The worker has a cautious expression as he jiggled my cup to get my attention. My hand shot out and took the cup, and I resisted the urge to tell him the walls wouldn’t shut up.
I told them to shut up and they are still being loud. Rude.
Tapping my fingernail against my cup, I tipped it over my mouth and dry swallowed my pills, feeling their gross flavor as they went down, and then presented my empty tongue to the worker to approve of so I could leave. A few steps away from the line, someone came up beside me.
“Walls being noisy again?” that boy asked me. That boy. The only one here who actually listened to me. He was also the only one who knew I could hear the walls, which meant talking to him was dangerous. I didn’t want them to hurt me again. They couldn’t find out.
Ignoring him, I shuffled past that boy, my long hair over my face, and my shoulders hunched to make myself as small as possible. The freezing cold hallway made every sound echo along the bare structure, including that boy’s footfalls behind me as he followed me out of the lounge.
“Go ‘way,” I mumbled, lifting my hands and connecting my sleeves to keep my fingers warm. My hands felt weird. Empty. Dead.
“Did you forget my name again?”
I could barely remember my room number and my name, there was no capacity inside my damaged head to retain more than that.
“It’s Olivander, but the way. I should probably get a name tag so you’ll stop forgetting.”
He’ll go away. Just ignore him.
I beat my fists together inside my sleeves and lowered my chin to my chest as another worker passed me in the hallway. Don’t look, don’t see me. I promise I can’t hear the walls.
“Olivander,” the worker said, making me jump and hug the wall. “Are you bothering Violet again?”
Yes. He is absolutely bothering me.
“No, sir,” that boy answered with no shame. “I’m just walking her to her room. You know how she gets lost.”
I do not get lost. I like walking around. It helps me clear my head.
“See that that’s all that you do, okay?” The worker left, his white shoes making a muffled squeak on the polished floor. I focused on the sound so intently, I didn’t notice that boy sneaking up on me until he spoke next to my ear.
“Stupid staff here,” he said, and I sprang away, slamming my shoulder into the wall. “They’re always acting like I’m two seconds away from kissing you.”
Would he do that? Why
