Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Picturing her cunt squeezing my cock, I come in record time, thick ropes of sticky come shoot out and paint the shower wall. Sighing, I release my length and rinse away the evidence of my release. I shower, rinse, and get out, drying off with the fluffy towel that’s hanging on the rack to my right.
With my head a little clearer, I think about what Daisy said before she walked out. She doesn’t think I care for her or want her, which is no surprise. I need to prove to her that she is wrong. I need to make her see that I wanted her all along, even if I never showed it.
There was no excuse for not sticking up for her when I should have, but I can’t go back and change things. All I can do is try and win her over now.
Dressing quickly, I leave the room in a hurry, only grabbing my key card at the last minute. I rush downstairs, suddenly having this irrational feeling that I’m running out of time. I feel like I’m late for class on a day we’re taking an important exam.
Holding on to that urgency, I scan the large room. A sea of flowy dresses and black tuxedos, wherever I look, but my Daisy is nowhere to be found. I do, however, spot her father, so I make my way over to him.
He has his back turned to me and doesn’t see me coming, which turns out to be the best fucking thing because otherwise, I wouldn’t have heard the words coming out of his mouth.
“I’m telling you, Malcolm, Daisy would make a great wife for you. She is very obedient, and if she ever gets out of line again, I know how to subdue her. I have my ways to make women compliant if you know what I mean.”
Rage… pure rage. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it before. Not this intense. I want to tear his head off, break every finger on his hands, one by one, cause him unimaginable pain, and I think I would if we weren’t in a room full of people.
It takes every bit of my self-restraint to turn around and walk away. And the only reason I can is knowing that Daisy needs me. She needs to know what’s going on, she needs to be protected, and I’m the one who is going to do it.
9
Daisy
Using the corner of a paper towel, I pat away the tears from the corner of my eye. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I slept with Carter. But more than that, I can’t believe the way he looked at me when I left. He almost looked… hurt.
I’m so confused, so lost, I just want to find a way out of this mess. I want my mom and the baby growing inside of me to be safe. I thought Carter was the way out, but I can’t go through with it. I can’t play him like that. It doesn’t matter what he and his friends did to me in high school, I’m not like them. I can’t, and I won’t do that to him.
Taking a deep calming breath, I prepare myself to leave the bathroom when the door opens, and two women walk in.
“I’m telling you, I saw him. It was Carter Davis. I know it,” one of them says.
My back stiffens at his name, and I try not to show any reaction.
“Well, I haven’t seen him. Maybe he already left.”
Keeping my gaze down, I turn around and move past them toward the door.
“Daisy?” My head snaps up at the sound of my name, and my stomach twists when I see Carly standing in front of me. “Is that you?” I’m not sure what to say, but there isn’t any point in lying.
“Yes, it’s me.” I straighten up a little more, steeling my spine like I should have done years ago.
“What happened to you, freak? You don’t look quite as weird and crazy anymore.” Her words land their mark, but I’m not the same person I was back in high school.
“Oh no, I’m still crazy. So, you better watch it. I might accidentally do something to your face.”
Carly tips back her head and laughs, “Oh, fuck, Crazy Daisy finally grew a backbone. Too bad it doesn’t matter. You are, and always will be a freak.” I try to push past her, but she shoves me back against the wall, trapping me. I can feel the walls closing in around me, and all over again, I feel like I’m the bullied girl.
“You know what was the most fun? When you made puppy eyes at Carter, my boyfriend, like he would ever go for someone like you.”
The mentioning of his name is the final straw for me. With every ounce of strength I have, I push her away from me. She stumbles backward and lands flat on her ass with a yelp.