Finn was awfully secretive yesterday. He wouldn’t tell me why we couldn’t see each other when basketball practice ended early.
This…
This is why…
He was with her.
He’s probably on the phone with her right now.
I don’t know anyone named Remy.The words Finn said to me in the woods dagger me in the chest. I just liked the name.
“Fuck, Rem, you’re so tight,” Finn grits out.
I’m crying so hard I can hardly breathe.
Remy’s piercing blue eyes lift to the camera, staring me dead in the eyes and taunting me. “Promise me you don’t care about that bitch.”
Finn laughs a gravelly laugh, drawing his head out of her neck and saying, “I don’t care about that bitch. It’s always been you, Rem.”
He pauses.
“Everything but you.”
That’s what kills me.
Three little words are all it takes to murder a part of my soul. I recognize his groans. He’s going to come. I know because it used to be me. I’ve been the girl in the video. Now I’m just the idiot who fell in love with a monster.
Finn pins both Remy’s arms on each side of her head as he finishes, and the black stones clasped around his wrist cause irreversible damage to the shriveled-up, cold vessel in my chest.
He’s wearing the bracelet I made him.
* * *
Finn
“Stop fucking calling me when she’s here,” I spit into the phone, the clattering of the shower on my left doing little to muffle my voice.
This bitch has no sense of timing, whatsoever.
She pulled the same shit last night when I was walking out of basketball practice. I swear she has some sort of sixth sense for picking the worst moments to call.
I’ve just shoved my phone into my pocket when I hear a woman moan. It’s faint enough that I convince myself I imagined it. Until it happens again.
Louder.
Clearer.
I swivel around, sneaking a peek toward the bathroom door. It’s open an inch, the noise coming from my bedroom. I swing the door open without a second thought. I walk out of the bathroom to find Dia sitting on the edge of my bed, all dressed, her back facing me.
I scoff. “Porn, huh? This your way of telling me you’re ready for round two?”
But Dia doesn’t laugh.
She doesn’t even move,staying disturbingly still with her head hanging low. Her phone lies flat on her lap, her eyes fixated on the screen.
“Dia?” I assume she didn’t hear me.
Still nothing.