I had found a possibility in Mystic Anderson, and no matter right or wrong, my sanity wouldn’t allow me to pass up the chance to find out what she could be to me.
I had pulled over as she was nearing the east side of the park, leading towards her neighborhood. I had pulled over and followed her as she passed the park restrooms. As soon as I had made sure no one was around, I had grabbed her and dragged her into the restroom.
She had screamed in surprise, but once I’d had her up against the restroom wall and she saw that it was me, her screams had turned into frightened whimpers.
She had known why I was there.
I remember her fighting at first.
I remember her confusion and her distress.
But, mostly, I remember how fucking wet her pussy had been when I had stuck my hand down her pants. I remember her not telling me to stop. I remember how she cried, but I also remember how she moaned like a porn star.
I remember the blood, too.
I remember the blood from her unused cunt, and I remember the blood from my bites. I remember the blood underneath her fingernails from fighting me. But I also remember the blood from where her nails had dug into my flesh as she came all over my cock.
It was the first time I had ever fucked a girl, and Mystic Anderson has been the only girl I’ve been fucking for the past three years. She was the only girl I could fuck because I was addicted to her and the things she let me do to her.
I was also unreasonably in love with the girl.
I mean, seriously unreasonably so.
And now, passing the dining room towards the living room, I could see her standing next to Margot, talking and, apparently, having a good time.
My only problem with that was the good time she seemed to be having involved Dillon Mills, and knowing he wanted to fuck her, that was not a good thing.
Not a good thing at all.
Chapter 7
Mystic~
I knew the second he entered the room.
I can always feel when he’s near.
I also knew Dillon Mills was standing way too close to me.
The only thing I didn’t know was if it was going to be me or Dillion who was going to suffer for it.
The first time I had ever seen Gage Evans it had felt like being hit with a lightning bolt; shocking and paralyzing.
I had been getting my Calculus book out of my locker when I’d heard a slam of metal. When I had looked over, I’d been blown away by the pure hatred etched all over his gorgeous face. And, make no mistake, Gage Evans was unbelievably gorgeous.
He was over six-foot with dark brown hair and stunning blue eyes. They were framed by lashes so thick, they belonged on a girl. His face was pure masculine cuts and angles and his body was made up of the same. Being an athlete, Gage was rocking the hard, toned body of a god. He oozed confidence and walked like he just didn’t give a damn. And, for the most part, he didn’t.
We had stared at each other long after the bell for class had rung, and I remember feeling like his hate had been holding me captive. It had felt like I needed his permission to break the spell, because that’s what it had felt like.
It had felt like Gage Evans had me under a spell.
He had tortured and tormented me for a year after that first day. He had lurked in the shadows and had stalked me until I had become an emotional spazztastic mess. When he was playing football or hanging out with his friends, his vibe was always easy-going and superficial. He was the life of the party and the coolest guy on campus. It was only when he was looking at me that he’d let the real him shine through his eyes.
Or, maybe, I was the only one who could see it.
No matter. I saw pieces of him no one else saw or noticed, and he definitely saw through me and he had picked up on everything I’d been trying to hide since I was twelve.
While my life had been fairly normal and uneventful, there was one event that shined a light on just how messed up I was. I had gotten my period when I was twelve and Gretchen, my brother’s girlfriend at the time, had been the only girl at our house. Mom and Destiny had gone to Dez’s dance class to talk to her teacher. Gretchen had helped me look through my parents’ bathroom and we had been able to find both tampons and pads. I had opted for using the pads until I could talk to my Mom, but Gretchen hadn’t stopped there with her ‘help’ in getting me through getting my first period.
We had gone back to my room where she had thought it was a good idea to show a twelve-year-old porn. She had convinced me it was okay because I was officially a woman, but no. No twelve-year-old girl should ever be considered a woman. Unfortunately, it had been on my bed, as we watched porn on her phone, that I had realized something might be wrong with me. The videos Gretchen had shown me hadn’t been hardcore and had been relatively basic. I remember thinking how weird and boring it all seemed. I watched her as she had selected various videos, but they had all been the same; gross and stupid to my twelve-year-old mind.
It wasn’t until she had accidently clicked a link that had led us to the more aggressive videos that I knew I must be different. At first, I had been shocked and appalled at what we were seeing, but those feelings eventually had given way to curiosity. I had asked Gretchen to explain what we were seeing, and it was then that she had explained how some women liked rough sex. She had told me it was natural, but it hadn’t felt that way.
It still didn’t feel that way.
There’s rough sex, and then there’s what inspired me, and that went beyond rough. Girls were supposed to dream of romance; candlelight and rose petals. They were supposed to dream of a man who would cherish them. They were supposed to seek out love and adoration.
But I learned early on that I wasn’t attracted to any of those things.
I was attracted to darkness and I had no reason why that was. I couldn’t come up with a single reason why Gage Evan’s hatred turned me on more than Dillon Mills’ niceness.
I also knew I didn’t have one single good reason for the urges I knew enough about to try to avoid. There was something wrong with me, but I still didn’t know what it was or why.
“Hey, Margot,” Chance said as he and Gage approached me, Margot, and Dillon.
Margot smiled wide. “Hey, Chance,” she greeted back. “Gage.” I watched as Chance smiled back and Gage just gave her a head nod.
Dillon greeted the guys as well. “McQueen, Evans.”
Gage didn’t say anything, but Chance replied, “What’s up, Mills?”
I cowardly looked back at Margot, but she was staring at Chance as Dillon answered, “Nothing much. I was just about to go grab some more drinks.”
Margot and I had, both, been holding beers, but while Margot was drinking like a fish, I had been nursing my one beer all night. I knew there was a possibility Gage was going to show up with Chance, and I needed to be on my toes if he did. Good thing, too.
What happened next could have gone on a slow-motion reel. I hadn’t been expecting it since Dillon had been nothing but friendly-casual so far, but the second he grabbed my hand and threaded his fingers through mine, I could feel the energy around me change. I could feel Gage’s serious blue gaze laser in on Dillon’s hand in mine, even though I had been looking in Margot’s direction.
“Come on, Mystic,” Dillon said. “Let’s go get some more beers.” I stood frozen as he started walking towards the kitchen, stretching our arms out, so everyone could see him holding my hand. He tugged when I didn’t move. “Come on, babe,” he chuckled, and I could feel my chest cave in.¶
I’ve had guys ask me out before, but I’ve never had a guy be so forward as to just grab my hand and start calling me babe. The last time a guy just...took me, it had been three years ago when Gage had followed me into the park and had dragged me into the empty park restroom.
I had screamed, thinking I was being attacked, and I had been. It just hadn’t been the kind of attack I had anticipated. When Gage had slammed me up against the wall and I had seen it was him, the stru
ggle had become real. I hadn’t fought Gage because I had been afraid of him, though. No. I had fought Gage because I hadn’t been afraid of him. I had fought Gage because I knew he was in there to unleash his inner demons, thereby, unleashing mine.
The sex had been brutal, painful, emotional, and mostly, life altering. Anyone watching would have been sick with the violence of it all, but I had welcomed what he was doing to me and Gage...well, Gage had thrived on being able to do it.
The very next day, I had convinced my mom that my periods were so horrible that I needed to be on birth control pills. She had believed me and had set me up an appointment with a gynecologist. A gynecologist who I begged and begged not to tell my mother that I was no longer a virgin, mind you. I had also been secretly blessed with not being able to get an appointment for a week. It had given me time to heal from Gage’s attack.
It had also been the beginning of a very sick and twisted relationship where we ignored each other as much as we could, but when Gage could no longer stand it, he’d seek me out and use me until he was sated. This horribly unhealthy addiction always had Gage seeking me out. I never went looking for him.
Ever.
I watched in horrid fascination as Dillon pulled me behind him, but before we could get too far, I felt a tight hold on the wrist of my other hand. The squeeze was solid and sure.
The message was also loud as hell.
I looked up at Dillon as confusion marred his face when he took in the hold Gage had on my wrist. A hold preventing me from following Dillon any further. He threw his chin up towards Gage. “What are you doing?” The edge in his voice implied that Gage was overstepping, and Dillon had all the rights here.
Oh, how very wrong he was.
My fingers eased out of Dillon’s hold at the same time Gage yanked me towards his side. He straightened to his full height, and with six little words, he ruined everything. “Don’t ever touch my girlfriend again.”
Chapter 8
Gage~
I wanted to beat Dillon Mills until an ambulance had to be called to carry his body out of the party.
He dared to touch Mystic, and the tightrope I’ve been balancing for the past few years snapped, and there was no stopping what I’d done.
I knew there were plenty of guys at school who would have loved to date Mystic, but I never witnessed someone actually hitting on her or else I would have outed us sooner. My control where Mystic was concerned was limited to not attacking her in the hallways at school, but that was about it. Once I knew what it felt like to be inside her, I stayed away from her as much as I could in public. It was only when my psyche threatened to snap, or my mother was out of town, that I’d seek her out, so I could use her body to exorcise my demons.
That’s why Chance dating Margot was a bad idea. That’s why coming to this party had been a bad idea. I knew there was a chance some guy would want to dance with her or hang out or something, and I have always known I wasn’t strong enough to withstand witnessing something like that.
Mystic was special.
Mystic was the only thing that kept me from killing someone-possibly my dad-and made it possible for me to function somewhat normally.
If it weren’t for Mystic, I wouldn’t be able to hold onto my facade, and the whole world would see just how fucked-up I really was.
She reined in the madness, and Dillon Mills just, unknowingly, unleashed it.
“What?”
“Girlfriend?”
“What the fuck?
I ignored Margot’s question of clarification and Chance’s shocked utterance and kept looking at Dillon. “I said, don’t ever touch my girlfriend again, Mills,” I repeated.
Dillon looked over at Mystic, who was silently standing next to me, my hand still holding her wrist captive. “What the hell’s he talking about, Mystic?”
“Yeah, Mys,” Margot added. “What’s he talking about?”
Chance kept his mouth shut, but that was probably out of loyalty. Even though he was shocked, he wasn’t going to question me when I was obviously bumping dick with Dillon in a bid for Mystic. Not that Dillon even had a horse in this race, but Chance was just being cautious.
Dillon straightened his back the second he saw me pull up all my six-foot-two-inches. He knew he couldn’t beat me, but he didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of Mystic. Especially, if he was trying to fuck her. Little did he know, guys like him didn’t do it for her.
I didn’t let Mystic speak. A dickhead move? Yeah. Definitely a controlling one. But if I knew Mystic-and I did-her pussy was soaking wet right now because of it. “How many times do I gotta fucking say it, Mills?” I snarled as I stepped in front of Mystic, my arm behind me with my hand still holding her wrist. “Mystic’s my girlfriend.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed, “Since when? Five seconds ago?”
I knew I was fucking shit up, and I knew there was a lot of shit I was going to have to explain to Chance. I also knew Margot was going to demand an explanation from Mystic, but it couldn’t be helped.
He shouldn’t have fucking touched her.
I took a step forward until we were within a foot of each other. “Since we were fucking fourteen-years-old, Mills,” I announced. “Since our freshman year.” I could hear a shocked gasp, and I knew it belonged to Margot. I knew it belonged to her because I knew Mystic was probably retreating into herself from what I’d just done.
I revealed our secret and there was no going back now.
“Bullshit,” he replied. “There’s no fucking way you’ve been dating Mystic for four years.”
“You don’t think so?” I taunted.
Then Dillon made things worse when he said, “I noticed Mystic freshman year, too, Gage, and she never had you around her. And I’ve had a thing for her for a while, so believe me when I tell you, I’ve been watching her and taking notice of her, and I have never seen you with her.”
He was right. It was true we never engaged in public. But I was right, too. Mystic Anderson was my girlfriend. In fact, she was a lot more than just my girlfriend.
She was my fucking everything.
I stepped aside and let Mystic have the floor. By now, a few people had gathered around to witness the showdown and possible fight between me and Mills, but I didn’t give a fuck. The cat was out of the bag and I needed Mystic to confirm everything I’d just said, or I was going to lose my shit on Dillon and take the rest of my issues out on Mystic.
If she didn’t beg for it so much, I might feel bad about it.
But she did.
She loved it.
“Mystic,” I said, letting her know this was her show now.
And doing what she did best-calm the beast-she pulled her wrist from my hold, but then placed her hand in mine and laced her fingers through mine. She gave me a small squeeze before looking up at Dillon and saying, “Gage is my boyfriend, Dillon. We...we just...uh, cherish our privacy.”
Dillon’s eyes flew back and forth between me and Mystic. “Bullshit,” he repeated his disbelief.
“Yeah, well, even if you don’t believe us, Mills, it’s my hand she’s holding now,” I pointed out. His face turned red and he knew the truth of that for what it was. “I don’t have an issue with you now, Mills, but if you don’t stay away from Mystic, I will.”
The crowd was growing, and so Dillon did the only thing he could do; he tried to save face. “Whatever, dude. I didn’t know.” He shrugged his shoulder, acting nonchalant. “There’s plenty of other skirts here.” With that, he walked off and left me and Mystic to face the music.
Once the crowd dispersed, Margot was the first to speak. “Are you fucking kidding me, Mystic?” She looked hurt and upset. “How could you not...tell me that…? I thought we were friends.”
Mystic let go of my hand and stepped towards Margot at an attempt for privacy. “I...I’m sorry, Margot,” she sputtered. “It’s not...I didn’t mean…”
Margot was not letting up. “You lied to me!”
I looked at Chance. “It’s just like Mystic said. We wanted to maintain our privacy.”
Chance looked bewildered. “Privacy?” He ran his hand through his hair. “Privacy against what, for Christ’s sake?” Then his head reared back in astonishment. “Were...were you ashamed of her?”
The beast in me roared, but I was still conscious enough to realize I was talking to my best friend. “I’m only going to say this once, Chance,” I snapped. “When I look at Mystic, I see nothing but pure fucking perfection-”
“Gage-”
I ignored Mystic. “I am not, nor have I ever been ashamed of her.”
“Then why keep it a secret?” Margot asked. I was about to answer that we kept it a secret because we didn’t need anyone getting all up in our business, trying to sabotage what we had, but Mystic answered instead, and her answer was very different from the one I had in my mind.¶
“Be...because Gage is the Washington High’s quarterback,” she replied. “He’s the most popular guy in school. He’s smart, funny, cool…” Mystic let out a pathetic little chuckle when she looked up at me. “He looks like that.” She turned back to Margot. “Why would I want people knowing he was dating me? They would have torn me to shreds.”
Chapter 9
Mystic~
I wasn’t self-loathing.
I really wasn’t.
And, even though I was lying, it still rang of the truth. Gage Evans was a god and I...well, I was just short, thick, bland Mystic Anderson. It was fact. I didn’t stand out. I didn’t stand out, and I was okay with that. But even if I did look like Margot or had her likeable personality, I still would have kept my secret from the world. I wasn’t ready for the world to know about me and Gage, but I guess that didn’t matter anymore. Gage’s announcement had probably reached the backyard by now.
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