Hate me

I can take whatever he throws at me. And now that he’s gotten what he came here for, he can leave.  

“Get out.” 

Smirking, he scoops some leftover cum from my chin with his thumb, then pushes it into my mouth. “For a moment I believed you were enjoying sucking my dick…almost as much as you enjoyed the way I made you come at di

I reach around the floor for my dress. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he counters. 

Anger races over my skin and I point to the door. “Leave.” 

He slips his cock inside his pants. “Lock your door tonight.” 

I’m about to ask why, but he gets off the bed and walks out. 

Leo was understandably upset when I called him later on, so I told him I accidentally locked the door and fell asleep waiting for him. 

I’m not sure if he bought it, but at least he didn’t press me about it after that. 

I’m begi

What the hell? 

It happens again, and I sprint out of bed, ready to tell Knox off. 

But then I realize…he’s the one who told me to lock the door before he left. 

Which means it can only be my stepfather.  

My heart hammers in my chest as I hear something enter the lock…as if he’s trying to pick it open. 

Thinking quick, I sprint into the closet, closing the door at the same time the one to my bedroom opens. 

What the fuck is he doing here? 

Better question…what the fuck does he want? 

I hear a huff of irritation escape him when he enters my room and realizes I’m not there. 

I squeeze my eyes shut, cowering in the corner of my closet as I recall the words I said to him at di

“Sure, daddy. I’ll do whatever you want tonight.” 

Oh, God. I feel sick.

Obviously, I didn’t mean it…but what if he’s here to cash in on that? 

My stomach churns as I lean my forehead against the wall of the pitch-black closet. 

Only, it’s not smooth like it’s supposed to be. Ru

Almost like a secret message. 

Tracing the wall, I make out the letter H easily. The next letter is more difficult, but I think it’s an A. Following that one is a T…and I’m pretty sure the next is an E. Underneath it are two more letters. 

An M and an E. 

Hate Me. 

That doesn’t make any sense. 

I hear the faint click of my bedroom door closing, but I don’t trust him not to come back, so I make no move to leave. 

I do, however, make a mental note to buy a deadbolt lock for my bedroom, and open up a new bank account tomorrow as my eyes close and I fall asleep.

I wake to my alarm clock going off a few hours later. I push open the closet door, letting the sunlight stream in. 

Angling my head, I look at the carving etched in the wall. 

My heart sinks. 

It doesn’t say Hate Me like I originally thought. 

It says…

Help Me.