lucy_mumbua

They whisper my name in fear. Justin Black. The guy who sits in the back of the class, always in black, always untouchable. The one everyone watches but no one dares to approach.  

They don’t know me. Not really.  

Because if they did, they’d stay the hell away.  

I don’t do friends. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do attachments.  

But then there’s her.  

June Matthews—cheer captain, golden girl, a walking distraction. She’s everything I hate… and yet, she’s in my way. Assigned to me. Forced into my space. Testing my patience.  

She thinks she can handle me.  

She’s dead wrong.  

Because I have a secret. A place where I go to release the darkness inside me. Where names don’t exist, where pleasure and pain are one and the same. A world where people fulfill their deepest, most twisted fantasies.  

June doesn’t belong in my world.  

But the longer she stays, the more I want to pull her under.  

And once I do… I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.

Fake Dating The Bad Boy

Glass walls. Bright lights. Cold steel tables. That sterile, fucking metallic stench of bleach and medicine and death.

The minute I stepped into the upper-level corridor, I felt it.

Wrong. Cold. Clinical. And it had her name written all over it.

Behind a sealed glass partition, a girl was strapped to a metal examination table. Wrists bound, ankles pinned in place with steel braces. Her blouse torn open, chest rising and falling in shallow, labored gasps. A mop of dark hair. Pale skin. Blood at the corners of her mouth.

For one long, shattering moment—my heart stopped.

Not Here