"Since you're a player, let's play a game.
"Let's cuddle, and kiss, and play fight. We'll tease each other, go on dates, meet each other's friends and families. Let's talk on the phone until we fall asleep and makeout until our lips are numb and hol...
His skin slowly lost its glow, paling ever so slightly with every word I threw at him. "Beatrice, please stop," his voice broke.
But I wasn't listening, just like my father never was as he shouted at my mother in the kitchen. I was merely repeating his words, after all, a little girl is supposed to look up to her father, right? "If you won't give me what I want, then I'll find someone else who will." I drew the blade across his skin, carving his heart out.
I am my fathers daughter, drawing the blade across someone's skin is what we do best.
I stormed out of his room, ignoring the pained expression on his face as he bled out, slumped against the chair, a gaping hole in the spot where I'd torn his heart out.
I ripped off his sweatshirt, tossing it into the bush outside Mateo's house. I won't cry. I don't want to cry. I don't want my father to win. Ryder didn't follow me out or try to stop me but who could blame him. I wouldn't ever want to see me again after that either. I kickstarted my bike, not bothering to put on my helmet as I headed straight for Alexia's house. I needed to talk to somebody.
The bike did me no good this time, not after all I could think about was the look on Ryder's face as I shouted at him. There was no adrenaline as I drove down the street and before I had time to register everything, I was completely numb again so when I knocked on Alexia's door and Kavinski answered, I felt nothing.
I'd forgotten Ryder said he was living with him now. No wonder he stays at Mateo's all the time now. "Ryder's not home," Kavinski informed me.
"I know, I'm looking for Alexia." I stepped inside, not caring if I was invited or not.
"She's not home, she should be back soon though."
"I'll wait." I leaned against the wall.
Kavinski stared at me, watching my every move.
"What?" I snapped.
"Are you alright?"
I wanted to tear his head off for asking me that but thankfully he didn't not have the same effect as Ryder so hearing him ask me if I was alright wasn't going to make me start bawling on the spot. "I'm fine," I spat.
"Did something happen with Ryder?" Kavinski took a step closer to me.
Suddenly, I was blazing again, my brain filled with anger at the thought of Ryder because it was better than being sad. Our argument replayed in my head. If you won't give me what I want, then I'll find someone who will.
I grabbed Kavinski's face, slamming my lips into his, the same way I'd done with Ryder. And like Ryder, Kavinski didn't waste a second before responding. Except it's not the same, it's not like kissing Ryder. Kavinski's skin is just as hot and his lips are just as soft but it's not the same, it doesn't have the same effect. My heart is hammering in my chest but not in the same way, not the way it does around Ryder. It's like my heart was trying to escape my chest, free itself from this mess and run away as fast as it can and away from Kavinski, back to Ryder where it belonged. Kissing Kavinski did not have the same effect. It didn't make me happy like kissing Ryder did, it made me sick. It didn't make me want to cry less but instead cry more. And as Kavinski's hands tried to pull my shirt off, I was suddenly fighting back the tears, my eyes watering uncontrollably. I tried to push him away but he would let me, tightening his grip around me. I squirmed, feeling the same way as I had when my father cornered me in the alley. "Stop!" I tried to shout but Kavinski wasn't letting me.
"You're the one who wanted this," he gruffed, sliding one hand beneath my shirt and pressing it flat against my stomach.
My stomach tightened beneath his touch, a tear spilling down my face. I want Ryder. "Get off of me!" I cried.
"Don't act like you don't want this." He trailed his lips down my neck. I didn't want this.
I couldn't speak anymore or else I'd start sobbing and the whole point of all of this was not to cry. I sucked the snot back into my nose, blinking away the leftover tears before fighting against Kavinski's hold. I tried to push him away but he pinned me down, stripping my shirt off.
I had never once in my life been thankful for my scars until this moment. Kavinski stilled, staring at the unusualities in my skin. I took the moment of distraction to my advantage, slamming my elbow into his nose. Kavinski cried out in pain, clutching his face. I ran, as fast as humanly possible, sprinting out the door before Kavinski could pull me back. I hopped back on the bike, starting the engine just as Kavinski stumbled out the doorway. He tried to stop me but I was gone in a flash, heading straight back for where Ryder was and hoping he would let me in the door.
A/N Hi lovies!! So...what did we think?
Don't worry, the next chapter is nicer I think, I hope. I've already written it but I need to read through it.
I hope you all are having an amazing day.
Also, so I never really post on other social media (like Insta, Twitter, and tik tok) but I'm thinking I'm going to have to start. Would you guys actually be interested in seeing me post on other forms of social media? It would obviously be Wattpad and book related most of the time but, is that something you all want to see?
Random question of the chapter: what is your favorite subject in school?
Lots of love, Rachelle <3
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