Garden of Sins

I’m seriously considering killing Carter.

“Well, Carter,” you say, “I hope you get a good night’s sleep because we did it all over your bed.”

“Sorry, bro!” Carter repeats. He pushes you further before I kill you, honestly. You’ve taken a step down, so I grab my brother by the arm without looking and hiss in his ear:

“You have three minutes to take her to my room and fuck off. Then, stay out of my face or I’ll kill you.” I let him go as soon as I’ve finished speaking. He had better not argue with me.

***

Carter texted me that he told you he was taking a shower, so I’m going to take a shower, Alayna, and hope that this time you stay in my fucking room. The next time I go anywhere, I’m chaining you up and locking you in — a clear sign for Carter to not take you with him.

Shit, that motherfucker didn’t ask for permission, just went up to my room and played our game without me.

I don’t like him playing without me especially when it regards you.

To cool down the blazing hot rage inside me, the freezing cold water has been pouring over me for what feels like ten minutes, but it isn’t working very well. I’ve watched him have you, Alayna, so many times without you knowing that he was not me. But that was different and he knows it. He knows me as well as I know him. In fact, he is the only person who really knows me — and I know why he did it.

He’s getting his revenge for that one thing I did a year and a half ago because even though we love each other, we also hate each other. Carter sees that you mean something to me, unlike the other bitches I’ve had since then. So, he did the exact same thing I did. Several times. With her. Back in the day.

Alayna, I don’t think you’ll ever hear the story about her. It’s better for all of us.

“Shit,” I whisper and turn my head from left to right, letting the icy water splash over my face until everything is numb. When I’ve calmed down, at least, to the point where I won’t break Carter’s nose or do anything to you even though you didn’t know it was him. Would you have done it anyway, Alayna, if you knew? Behind my back and not in front of me. Because that’s the difference...

I wrap a towel around my hips, ignoring the fact that the whole house smells of weed, and go back upstairs.

You’re so fu

Do you still feel him inside you?

Are you enjoying the aftermath of your last orgasm when he came inside you and didn’t even look you in the eyes?

He must not come inside you, Alayna, he knows that. He must not.

I slam the door, but you don’t even flinch. You’re so high.

“Hello,” you say, waving your fingertips. Wordlessly, I go to the closet and rip out my boxers. Shit, I’m still so mad. As I pull them over my hips, your arms wrap around my still wet stomach and your breasts press against my back. I freeze.

I don’t want to fuck you now, Alayna, and I won’t because I don’t know what I might do to you.

“What are you doing?” you ask as if it wasn’t obvious. I loosen your arms and go to my bed, which I drop onto and light a joint. I really need something right now to calm me down, at least, a bit. You are standing at the end of the bed blinking, unable to understand the world anymore.

“Caden? What’s going on?”

“Lie down, Alayna!” I bark. “Go to sleep!”

“But I’m wide awake!” You crawl onto the bed, snuggle up to my side, and try to hit on me, Alayna. Your fingers dance across my chest. You try to swing your leg over me, but I push it away with my knee so that you fall into the pillows.

“I don’t understand, a moment ago you were so crazy about me. Somehow, everything was so intense. Was it the cocaine?” You want to snuggle up next to me and I push you away. That motherfucker gave you drugs and I told him not to do it. Never without me because I know he can’t control himself.

You turn over on your stomach and lift your legs, letting them swing carefree back and forth. Your chin rests on the palm of your hand and you stare at me searchingly, a bit confused. Only now do I notice how red your ass is. There are marks from hands and long nasty welts.

Fuck. I hit the joint harder.

“I didn’t know I was so into you hurting me.” You look at me like I’m your fucking hero of the year or something. Your lips are swollen and your cheek, where your mom struck you, is still puffy. And your wet hair is stuck to your skin. You have marks around your wrists from the belt he probably also used on your ass.

Rule number one: Don’t let him hurt you if I can’t control it.

Rule number two: No drugs if I can’t control it.

Rule number three: NO SEX IF I CANNOT CONTROL IT!

Rule number four: Never come inside you. Never. Never. Never ever!

Only I can do that.

“So you like it when I hurt you, Alayna?” My voice is hard.

“Yeah, that was pretty hot!” You don’t realize how pissed off I really am because you’re too far away. When I smack you full force on the ass, you scream and stare at me, stu

“Really, Alayna? You like that?” As calmly as I can, I look at you. Desire dances in your eyes as you gasp and squirm a little because it probably hurt.

“I enjoyed it,” you admit and bite your lip.

I smack the same spot harder so that it echoes in the room and hurts me. You gasp and press your face into the pillow.

“Really? You like that, huh?” You groan and I pull you up by your hair. Your eyes are wide and filled with pain. Insecurity now flickers in them, which is good.

“Be careful what you wish for, Alayna.” I press my finger against your jawbone, knowing I could break your jaw now if I wanted to with just one hand.

“Caden, you’re hurting me,” you whisper. Now you are no longer so carefree.

“You no longer like it, do you?” I ask. More insecurity flickers in your eyes and tears collect in them. I let go of you with a jerk. You now keep your distance, no longer wanting to snuggle up to me. That’s damn good because I can’t trust myself right now.

“Now go to sleep, Alayna!”