I run my fingers over the deep pencil indents on the page and read through the scratches. Georgina found out about Charles and her mother, this put her in a rage since she always was jealous of Kailey, and in turn she planned to ruin my best friend for the rest of her life. Maybe she had hoped Kailey would spill the beans and her father would have to end things with her mother to soothe his daughter at home. What she didn't anticipate was Charles hiring my brother to kill his wife that very same night, freeing him up to be with Cassy for good.
I hurry to write what will most probably be my final entry and slam the journal shut. These fucking meds make me tired and thinking logically is a strenuous activity, at least it keeps him quiet for the time being. I know I will have to stop taking them to stand a chance against the Teacher, but for now, they keep me calm and I can at least sleep.
The feeling of the bed moving and the blankets rustling, has me jolting awake and grabbing the intruder by their very soft-very purple-sweater.
"What the fuck?" I focus on my fisted hand in the material of said purple sweater.
"Brody, it's me Kailey." I close my eyes at the sound of her voice and try to calm down. "Sorry, I just couldn't sleep."
"It's fine." I release the sweater slowly and lay back down. "I would suggest waking me before sneaking into my bed, Kails."
"Yeah, probably smart." She says as she lays down beside me. "I hate this bed."
"What the fuck did it ever do to you?" I turn my face to look into hers.
"It's where you did awful things to me." She whispers.
"Me, Kails. I did awful things, not the fucking bed. You sound like an idiot." I growl.
I'm shocked when I hear her giggle, "you admit you did awful things to me?"
"Did you get into my mother's stash again? Of course I admit it, I planned it and much worse. You fucking got off easy."
"I actually only got off once." She snorts.
"Are you making a joke out of the torture I spent so much time planning for?" I look at her incredulously.
"What else can I do about it, Brody?" She looks at me with a grin ghosting her perfectly plush lips.
"I don't know." I shrug. "Kill me in my sleep?"
"Can we just burn this bed instead?"
"That's your problem, you lay blame on things that actually have nothing to do with what's happened to you." I snarl.
"Like I did with you four."
"Something like that, yeah." I shake my head.
"I'm sorry, Brody. I am so sorry I hurt you," she begins to cry.
"You cry a lot." I stare at her tears. "It's so fucking exhausting to watch and I can only imagine it's exhausting to actually do it."
"Are you listening?" She begins to raise her voice, its sound an annoying pitch. "I'm sorry!"
"How can I ignore you?"
She gets up and straddles my waist, her hands landing on my stomach. She's wearing the fucking sweater and nothing else. What the fuck was she thinking, coming in here like that? Her hands are freezing and the cold is seeping through my bare skin.
"I won't let Oliver kill you. I'm not leaving you here and you need to accept my apology." I watch as her fingertips dig into my flesh.
"How so? Why not? And who says?"
"Brody!" She growls and grabs my chin in her hand.
I slap her wrist and her hand flies to the side. "Don't be deceived by the calm exterior I am exuding. I will still hurt you if you dare try to lay your hands on me."
"Maybe that's what I want." Her hand comes back to my chin. She's fucking daft.
"Your black and blue neck states otherwise." I slap her hand away again, this time harder.
"How much more punishment do I need to take before you forgive me?"
'Kails," I flip us around and lay her on her back. "I wanted your punishment to end in death, there was no forgiveness."
"You really are going to kill me." Her eyes widen and those never ending fountains begin to start up again.
I'm annoyed by her constant stream of tears and her whiny fucking voice, but my cock is all too happy to be pressed up against her. Her wide eyes begin to darken when she feels the evidence of my arousal pressing into her.
I growl and begin to lift myself off of her, this is not what I intended to do, and I would rather not be surrounded by a cloud of lust for the remaining time she's here.
"Don't." Her hands grab my biceps and try to lock me in place. "Don't deny this."
I lower my face to hers, letting our noses touch, and I speak slowly, "you want me to fuck you again, Kails?"
"Yes." Her answer is sure and confident. "But I want to be conscious for it all, this time, do you think you can accomplish that?"
My body moves of its own accord and I crush my boxer-clad cock into her wet, bare pussy. "What makes you think I even want to?"
"Your hard dick." She raises a brow.
"Oh come on," I sneer. "Your pussy was wet when I was forcing you, too."
"Fine." Her face reddens with anger. "Get off of me." She begins to push at my chest and my cock jerks against her.
"Oh, you want me to fight you? Is that the only way you like it?" Her face becomes cruel and I lean forward to lick her cheek.
"I am like my brother, right?"
"Are you proving to me that you're cruel and demeaning? I already know that Brody. So, either fuck me or get off." She raises her brow and I blow all caution to the wind.
"Fine." I pull down my boxers and line myself up to her soaking wet pussy. "Since you keep begging for it." Then I inch inside of her.
"Beg for it?" She shrills and bucks underneath me, only aiding me to slide in further.
"This pussy is tight for being around the block, Kails." I groan as I thrust the rest of the way in.
"I should've forced you to wear a condom, Brody. You used to fuck Georgina." She snaps in my face.
I pull out while leaning up so I can watch myself disappear back inside of her again. She sucks me in, her juices saturating my balls, and her moan cuts off any other snide comments she had in mind.
So this is what normal sex is like? Kind of mundane and a bit simple, and it’s shocking but I like it.
"Harder Brody." She moans and I grin. Sure thing.
I grab her thighs and lift her legs up and onto my shoulders, her pussy opens up further. Then I begin a punishing rhythm that has her screaming her pleasure.
"Oh god," she pants. "Don't stop."
Her pussy begins to grow tighter and I know she's about to come all around my dick. I've wanted this moment since my dick started growing hard for her around twelve years old. I slam into her and begin to grind myself against her clit, making her gasp. Her nails sink into my biceps and I watch her face closely as she comes undone.