She has her darkness, though most people wouldn't know it. She stands tall and talks pretty, she is polite to everyone and has never met a stranger. I don't think that I have ever met someone that is so universally liked by everyone as she is.She doesn't like to talk about her life at home, we all know that she is here on a scholarship, and she doesn't go home. Ever.
Zoe grew up in a small town like mine, but she was blessed with parents that should have never been parents. Her mother never wanted to have kids, and she blamed Zoe for the life she had to live. She used that as a reason to hit Zoe as often as she could.And her father, well her father loved her more than a father should love his daughter if you know what I mean.
She latched onto me when I got here because she knew we both have a darkness inside us—though it may not be the same—and it called to her. She has always been nice enough not to ask about anything too personal, but she knows that something is there.
She is going to be pissed when I tell her the truth, but she will understand why I hid it. I only know what I do about her because we stayed up drinking in the tv room after everyone went to bed one night and she ended up unloading a lot on me.
But when I say she is going to be pissed, I mean PISSED. Most girls would yell or cry or say how betrayed they feel but Zoe is liable to swing at me. It wouldn't be in her best interest, but I know that she is a scrapper. She wouldn't have the training to hold her own against me, but she might be able to get a few good swings in.
“Where is Zoe?” I ask no one in particular though everyone in the room laughs, from that alone I know the answer.
“Well, we…” I turn around to face Hollow, “didn't want to leave such a mess, so we started helping clean up and one thing led to another with her and Top and now I believe that they are upstairs somewhere. Or possibly tucked into a closet? I didn't see where they disappeared too but wherever they are, they are there together.” He didn't bother pointing out that I had their car. It's not something that I am going to try to keep from anyone, it is an easy thing to explain, and I wouldn't even have to stretch the truth.
“Well, y'all shouldn't have to clean up a mess that you didn't make so you're free to go whenever…” I pause, only to choose the right words while I pull their keys out of my pocket and toss them toward him, “he finishes what he is doing.” I don't try to hide my laugh, and neither do any of the other girls.
We mind the rules, and we do our charity hours but we don't keep our dirty laundry in the closet most of the time. Sex is a part of that dirty laundry. The other sororities are just as promiscuous as us, but they hide it, we never have. And neither have the sisters that came before us. If anything, it was in our history to have thriving and open sex lives. Our alumni would be proud of Zoe for taking what she wants.
We are trying to re-write that part of society, there is no reason for people to act weird about it.
Even if she doesn't know that he is a scary biker that could probably take her life before she could ever make a sound to alert the rest of us.She is going to get a kick out of it when she finds out.
“Until then I am going to continue to help pick up, we might not have been a part of the party, but we served the drinks that made the mess. It's the least we could do,” he stacks up several empty cups and grabs a few others, and takes them over to the bucket that we empty full cups into.
“I will make sure to tell your boss how helpful you have been.”
“We would appreciate that greatly, feel free to tell him about Top’s extra efforts as well!” I can imagine my father now, he would be surprised but only at the fact that Top is the only one that got lucky tonight.
That's not to say that Hollow couldn't if he wanted to, I know of several girls that would happily take him upstairs right now.
I kind of want to ask him why he isn't taking the chance to get lucky, but it seems like a rude thing to make him answer in front of women that he has probably brushed off.
***
Raven shuts the door behind her and sits on the end of my bed.
“Spill.”
I take a deep breath because I decided while we were picking up that I am going to tell her the truth tonight. The whole truth.
It might be six months late but better late than never, right?
About the time that I open my mouth to blurt it all out the door opens and Zoe walks in, her hair is a mess, and she has her shower robe wrapped tightly around her.Her cheeks are still flushed, and she has that post-orgasm glow about her. The smile on her face is so big I start to worry that her face is going to hurt in the morning.
“That man liked it DIRTY!” She screeches and immediately covers her mouth; Raven and I do the same to hide the sound of our laughs.That was exactly what she was hoping for so I am thrilled that she got it, I’m texting Top tomorrow to let him know that he left her extremely satisfied.
“You are just in time, Finley was about to tell me why she ran out of the party to go meet up with her MUCH OLDER ex.” Zoe’s eyes go wide, and the shock is evident. Her kinky fuckery with Top is pushed so far out of her mind that she might not bring it up for days.
I was going to tell Zoe the truth as well so this is easier, I can tell them both at the same time and get it out of the way. All the surprise and anger will be out in the open and we can all work on moving past it. It might be a little harder to have both of them mad at me at the same time, but I will figure that out later.
“Okay. When I am done, I will answer all the questions that I can. Please know that I won't hold your reactions against you. I know that what I have to say is a lot and I don't expect either of you to be okay with it, but I have to say it, and I have to say it now.”
I am rambling because the knots in my stomach are almost painful. I am not the type of person that shies away from hard conversations but this one has me on edge. I am mad at myself for being so selfish with the people I claim to love.
“Stop stalling and get on with it woman. If I am going to be mad at you, I want to get it out of the way and ask all these questions that you seem to think I am going to have.” Zoe sits on the other side of my bed, her back close to Raven’s. I love that she is concerned about her questions and not what it is that I am going to say.
“Okay,” I cross my legs and take another very deep breath, “My real name is Finley, but most of the stuff I told you about my life is a lie. Well, not a lie, but a stretch of the truth. I tried to keep personal information to myself so that I wouldn't have to lie to either of you.” Raven opens her mouth, but I put my hand up to stop her and keep talking, “I do live in Uvalde, and I was raised by my father, but I let you believe that I was raised in a very secretive house with an overbearing father that didn't let me do anything fun. The truth is my father is the president of the mother chapter of the Ghost Riders MC. I wasn’t raised in a bubble, I was raised with a bunch of dirty, dangerous bikers that have their hands in a lot of questionable things. I came to this school to get away from that part of my life, I wanted to get away and try and live a life in the light of the world. As it turns out I am not made to live in the light. This school has been the target of a gang that is trying to take over the drug-running business in the US. My father sent men here to keep an eye on me and it turns out that the three that volunteered to keep an eye on me are three men that I fucked six months ago that I have been trying to avoid. I have loved these men since before I was old enough to, but I didn't think that I wanted to be trapped in that life. I learned tonight that I don't want to get away from those men. I thought running from them was the best option, but now they are here watching over me to make sure that I don't get attacked by anyone that might be out to get my father or just a stupid frat boy that thinks it's okay to drug and brutally rape a woman, and then beat her to the point that she dies in the hospital and the school hides it.” I pause to take a breath and both of them take it as an invitation to speak.
“Three men?” Raven coughs as if she is choking on the words.