Garden of Sins

16. Are you sure you like this, Alayna?

Caden

Shit, Alayna. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking angry in my life.

When I entered my room and found the bed empty, I instinctively knew. Didn’t I tell you to stay the fuck here? Don’t you think I have my reasons for telling you to stay? I’m not a fucking idiot who talks shit. Fucking crap! I slam the door behind me and I never usually do that. Alayna, I’m the controlled one. I’m the one who can control myself and the fact that I can’t, should make you think, Alayna.

Fuck. Why do you fuck with me?

At lunch today, you were the broken little girl I was worried about. You are such an ungrateful bitch, Alayna.

I bet my ass you were curious as hell, as you are sometimes, and marched right down there — right into the den of that fucking lion, who was just waiting for you to walk into his arms.

Shit, Alayna.

I march through the house and rip open the door to the garage so hard that it slams against the wall. I wonder at what point in the evening you decided to come here and cross that threshold. What don’t you understand about: Don’t go into the fucking garage? FUCK!

Fuck!

It’s a typical Carter party. Everybody’s fucking each other and they’re all fried. Fuck, Alayna, if I see you fucking or making out with some asshole, the house will be on fire. I’m serious, Alayna, I’m going to burn it down with you in it.

Fuck.

I grab a guy by the collar. His name is Ryan and he lives two blocks away. He’s a mama’s boy whose parents are separated and he has a dog named FIFI, Alayna. I know all about the people who come to our house because I don’t just let anyone walk into my family.

“Have you seen Carter?” I ask stiffly and his eyes widen.

“No...aren’t you Carter? I don’t know, man, but one of you just went up there. With some hot piece of ass. Up there.” He points in all directions, but not where Carter’s bedroom is, which he probably meant. SHIT, ALAYNA.

I abruptly push him away. The people automatically make way for me as I continue my advance. That’s always the case and I don’t need anyone standing in my way with the courage to die. Otherwise, I’ll pull out my gun and shoot them.

I always take two steps at a time. It’s dark in Carter’s room, only the red neon fuck light glows from under the door.

I have no patience. If you are in there with him, you probably think I am Carter. He probably told you he was me. He probably played the perfect Caden for you. You probably fell for it. And now he’s in there with you, right? So I have to pretend like I don’t care because I’m not fucking Caden, apparently. I hate my own game right now, Alayna.

He knows better than to fuck you without my permission. He knows you aren’t allowed in the fucking garage without me. He knows he can’t be alone with you unless he asks me first.

Shit!

I run my hands through my hair and turn my head back and forth to crack my neck, but I just can’t calm down, so I bang on the door like the maniac I feel like right now.

Now I have to play Carter or it was all for nothing. NEEDLESSLY! ALAYNA! YOU ARE DESTROYING EVERYTHING!

“OPEN THE DOOR, YOU PISSANT!” I shout and I mean it, without acting. “CADEN!” Shit, I’d like to drag you out of there by your hair.

Shit.

Shit.

FUCK.

Thank God I can’t hear you moaning. The music is probably too loud. Isn’t that so, Alayna?

“Last warning, Caden! Or I’m going to kick the door down.” That’s exactly what my brother would say right now. And so would I. Everybody would say that right now. Some would have already kicked the door down.

“Go away,” he shouts back. I’m really close to killing him. For the first time in my life!

“Three...” I ca

“TWO, CADEN!” I yell, but he still doesn’t open the door.

“ONE, YOU PISSANT!” I open the door with a powerful kick that makes my muscles shudder.

It breaks off its hinges.

And there you are.

Right in his hell.

Lit by the red neon lights.

Damp with sweat.

On all fours.

TIED UP.

He knows he must not do that. Never!

He keeps fucking you from behind as if he didn’t hear me enter, Alayna. You, on the other hand, actually don’t notice me because of the loud bass and your ecstasy. Ecstasy, Alayna!

Instead, you keep moaning and gasping for him to fuck you harder. He buries his fist in your hair and grins at me before fucking you even harder, leaning his forehead against the back of your head and trembling as he comes.

Inside you! I can’t move. It’s like a fucking car accident. What the fuck is he doing? Does he have a death wish?

“God, Caden, what was that?” you mutter, exhausted. I shake my head in amazement because I can’t believe he did that without my permission and then came so brazenly inside you.

He broke almost every rule tonight.

Fuck, I kicked his fuck door open, but you still haven’t noticed me, ALAYNA!

He’s distracting you THAT MUCH.

“FUCK!” I shout, glaring at Carter with whatever I’m feeling. I have to hold myself back so I don’t go after him. I’ve never felt such hatred as I do right now. Carter merely shrugs. And he should recognize the danger. How can he stand there and stare at me so brazenly when he should know that his little fuck cave is going up in flames at any moment, literally?

“Oh, Carter, calm down. We’re done, bro. You have your fuck-pad back.”

When he unties you, Alayna, your head whips around and your mouth opens when you see me. You try to cover yourself with your hands and I still can’t move or I’ll do something foolish. My stomach is a single, cramped knot, my hands are clenched, and I force myself to slow my heartbeat, which is pounding wildly in my ears.

“Carter?” you ask insecurely, your voice hoarse from screaming. “Shit, Caden, give me my dress,” you grumble and Carter hands it to you while smiling at me. You snatch it from him, as I stand there frozen because I know I must pull myself together so that you don’t notice that I am Caden. Otherwise, our game is over and you’re gone, but I don’t want that even if I want to kill you right now.

If I move or say something, the thread of patience that is already stretched to the breaking point, breaks.

“What are you doing here, Carter?” you ask, your pupils dilated, Alayna. Did he give you fucking drugs?

“This is my room,” I say, gnashing my teeth.

“Sorry, bro.” Carter raises his hands before he pulls his clothes on over his shorts. You dress too. Shit. “We’re out of here!”

You both walk past me with you in the lead. Your legs are shaking and you’re still out of breath. As you stumble and almost fall, Carter catches you by the arm.

I’m about to burst, Alayna. And, I am not jealous, I’ve been sharing you with him for a long time, but not like this. Not this way and never violating my rules.

Never violating my rules.

Especially not with you!

You stand next to me and show me how much you actually hate Carter because you pat my chest and I have to stop myself from not making a move and shoving you against the wall by the neck. Your eyes are so fucking red and unfocused. That doesn’t look like grass, not at all, and I don’t know which one of you I should kill right now. Another first.