Page 20 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Wesley perches his ass against a gravestone, crossing his legs at the ankles as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“You know…” He blows out a cloud of smoke. “We could have the real thing.”

“Don’t even start, Wesley.” Jasper points at him, scolding him like they’ve had this conversation a million times before. “You know that's never going to happen.”

“Why? Because she’s so sweet?” Wesley laughs. “She’s too innocent for the likes of us?”

Ummm, no, the fuck I’m not. Who the hell said I was?

“That she would run scared when she saw what we’re really like?” Sylas adds.

Run? Who the hell is running? I sure as fuck wouldn’t be.

“Exactly,” Jasper says. “She is too pure and innocent to be corrupted by the likes of us.”

“The fuck I am!” I argue back even though they can’t hear me.

“It’s the best we can do without risking her. If we let ourselves have a taste, you damn well know we’d lose ourselves, and the things we do to those girls will look like child's play compared to what we’d do to her.”

“Who the fuck asked you to protect me?” I demand. “It wasn’t me. Defile me, hurt me, make me scream. Do all the dirty fucked up things you want. I sure as hell am not going to complain.”

“You know what would happen if Toren found out we harmed his baby girl. We can’t risk our partnership with him. He’s a vital part of what we do,” Jasper reasons.

“Who fucking cares about what my dad thinks?” I question, throwing my arms up. “My body, my choice. And I choose for you to use me like a fucking sex doll.”

Of course, it’s my dad who's cock blocking me by just existing.

“Even if it wasn’t for her dad,she’stoo good of a person. Her soul is pure. She deserves better. Someone to treat her like a queen.”

“Lies!” I shout. “All lies. I don’t want to be treated like a queen. I want to be treated like a fucking sex slave or some shit.”

“Whatever,” Wesley mutters, flicking his cigarette to the ground.

“Don’t litter.” Sylas lets out a harsh breath, grabbing the butt off the ground.

Wesley rolls his eyes. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I’m over this bullshit.”

The three of them leave, and as soon as they’re out of view, Skittles takes off.

Closing the laptop, I can’t help it as the biggest, dumbest smile takes over my face.

“They want me.” I laugh in disbelief. “They want me to be their girl. They pretend the women they fuck are me.Me!” The smile on my face is so wide it hurts. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”

Guess that little world of delusion I’ve created isn’t so delusional anymore, is it?

They can be mine. For real, not just in my fantasies now.

The only thing is, they think of me as some innocent, naive girl who needs protecting from the world when I am far from that person.

Maybe when I was a kid, sure, but I’m not the same girl they knew when we were younger.

People grow, they change. And as time went on, I knew there was something not right about me. The things I’d imagine when I let my mind wander, the things I’d daydream of doing… they’re fucked up to the point that if the wrong people knew, I’d wind up locked in a padded cell for the rest of my life.

It’s why I keep to myself. If I’m not around anyone, I don’t have to mask who I am.

I guess that was my downfall when it came to these three. Of course, they only see me as the quiet girl who blushes every time they talk to me.

It’s not because I’m intimidated by them, or that I have some silly little schoolgirl crush. No, it’s because as soon as I see them, all the dirty fucked up things I want them to do to me come flooding back, forcing me to remember the fact that I’ve watched them fuck many girls over the last year. That I’ve been stalking them for even longer.