Then I breathe out and smile because she is in somuch trouble.
*
I try and drag the side table across the door the moment I’m in my room, anything to stop Mr Ledger from coming in. I want to make him angry. I want him to know that I fucking hate him right now, but I can’t budge it. It’s too heavy.
I click the lock shut and stand back listening, knowing that any second I’ll hear his footsteps coming up the stairs, but after taking a few shallow breathes I hear nothing, and I hate that I’m disappointed.
I step back, close my eyes and stop, and then the tears come.
I hate that he was right. I hate that I even went on the stupid date at all. If I hadn’t gone we wouldn’t have argued, I wouldn’t look like this right now, I wouldn’t feel stupid and silly and like a child.
I wait, licking my lips as I stare at the door and still nothing.
Then I turn away and kick the table with my foot and scream silently.
I wipe the tears from my cheeks as they flow freely, and then I walk unsteadily into my bathroom and flick on the light, looking at myself in the mirror.
I’m a mess. Mascara running down my cheeks, my clothes askew, my make up smudged. I don’t even like wearing makeup but I made an effort tonight. For what? I don’t even like Kyle. I never did really, he just seemed cool in a dumb way. I’ll report him in the morning. Sick fuck.
I pick up a wet flannel and run water over it until it burns my hand and then I wipe my face, cleaning away the whole night, scrubbing harder and harder as I cry, and then I breathe out and shudder.
Ever so carefully I take off my clothes, stripping myself down until I’m naked, and then I step inside the shower and turn it on, the cold water making me shiver and tense before it warms up.
A few minutes later I step out, feeling refreshed but tired, and as I slip on my nightie and slide beneath the sheets I take one last look at the door and close my eyes.
Asshole.
My bedroom door handle turns and my heart begins to race.
I’m half asleep, and I think I must’ve been for a little while as the light has changed, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve just imagined it - a dream that somehow seemed real. Then it turns again, the lock keeping the door closed, and I’m awake.
I rise up, the covers falling from my neck as my heart thumps in my chest, all my feelings of anger and frustration coming back to me in an instant as the handle twists a second time, harder. I want it to be Mr Ledger. I want him to be frustrated by the door being locked, to feel the anger I’ve felt all night as he’s held back, but it might not be him.
‘Harpy?’ I whisper as I swing my legs to the side. She might need the toilet or a drin-
The door bursts open and the tiny lock attached to the frame pings across the room, landing somewhere behind me with a tinkle as the dark shadow of Mr Ledger enters, his eyes fixed on me with a scowl as my heart fills with fear and lust.
He pushes the door closed behind himself and leans against it, then, as I remember how to breathe, he unbuckles his belt, never taking his eyes off me, pulling it free from the loops slowly and methodically as my body quivers in anticipation.
Is he going to whip me? Is he going to take his belt to me? Oh my goodness, I don’t know if I’m ready for that. My lips go dry at the thought as he lets the tail end drop to the floor, staring at me with eyes full of lust and malice.
‘Did you think you’d get away with it?’ he rumbles.
I shuffle away instinctively, backing up against the cool metal of the headboard behind me.
‘I- I don’t know what you mean,’ I stutter.
‘Did he touch you?’
I shake my head.
‘Did you touch him?’
‘No,’ I whisper, looking toward the sliding doors that lead to the balcony.
‘You think you can dive into the pool from here?’ he sneers. ‘There’s no way out of this, Mackenzie. You’ll take your punishment like a good girl,’ he says, snapping the belt across his palm.
‘I’m sorry,’ I gush, my cheeks flushed as my pussy drips, my thighs squirming together as I quiver in his sight.