Page 83 of Wallflower

“Shhh, it’s me.”

I don’t care.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

A kiss lands on my forehead. My cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, plunging me deeper. “Did you miss me too?”

I want to shake my head. Scream “No! Not in a million fucking years!” until my throat’s raw and her ears are bleeding.

But I don’t.

Because insulting her only sends her to my sibling’s room.

I nod, humming against her palm as she rides me.

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Her sickness taints my soul. An inescapable plague following me like a death knell until I can’t take it anymore.

“Ripley,” she pants, “wake up.”

I force my lids to open, to emerge from the nightmares of the past. However, when the hotel room filters in, blue walls of my childhood bedroom fading away, I’m still being fucked. Pressed into the bed and pinned down by the writhing figure atop mine.

This isn’t right.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.“Stop!”

Finally, I manage to break out of the cage she fucking shoved me into. I’m not a kid anymore. I remind myself. I’m strong, capable.

Shantel’s not my abuser, and I know that. My brain doesn’t seem to care. The sight of her taking from me without permission makes her no different than any other piece of shit.

My cataclysmic tornado of trauma engulfs me. A storm of suppressed rage ready to break out in a protective force.

I reef my hands free of her flimsy grip. I guess when I’m stuffed back into my adolescent body, I’m easily restrained.

A shocked sound of pleasure comes from her, but all I see is fucking red.

“Get off me.” I try to sound terrifying, but the claws of the past are still pierced through my sweat-slicked skin.

This bitch ignores my request, pussy rippling down my dick like she’s about to cum all over me.

I don’t fucking think so.

I buck my hips, and she moans my name, before I shove her off me with so much power she hits the floor.

My chest is heaving as I fight the panic to catch my breath.

“What the fuck, Ripley?”

“How. Fucking. Dare. You,” I snarl, though the sound is weak. “Get the fuck out of my fucking room.”

“What? Why?” she whines.

“Because if you don’t, I might fucking kill you.”

“Because I surprised you?”

“Because you fucking touched me!” I roar, voice cracking. No longer giving a shit if I wake anyone in the adjacent rooms.