[1] desperate child predator
I never claimed to be a good person. I'm a bad person who does bad things. And I might have done the worst thing to date. Sleep with Rafe Cameron.
I don't know what came over me, just the heat of the moment I guess. We met at a party, and one thing led to another and... you get the idea.
My body aches as I swing my feet off the bed. Soft snores come from the mattress behind me. Hair sticks to my back as I scan the room for my clothes. I move quickly and swiftly as I put on the first handful of clothing that I see.
I eventually get everything on except for my underwear. I even go as far as looking under the bed, in the bathroom connected to his room, and the hallway even. I look at the time, quickly realizing that they're a lost cause as I make my way to the door.
the door creeks as it opens, I slip through the crack, making sure to shut the door softly. Carrying my shoes in one hand and my phone in the other, I creep down the stairs. Voices come quickly behind me as I make a break for the side door. I run through the garden, the concrete by his pool, and his yard.
I continue running till I get to where we left my car. It's a yellow convertible VW bug if you care for that sort of thing. The tops off so I just jump over the door. I throw my stuff into the back seat as I turn the car on.
I have 5 minutes to get home and slip into to bed before my mom notices I'm gone. I floor it to my house, getting home with just about a minute to spare. I park my car next to the dead tree in my yard as I slip around to my bedroom window.
I lift up the glass, sliding my body into my small house, and shut the window. I throw my shoes and car keys to the floor and throw myself under the covers. I lay there for a few minutes before I hear a knock at my door.
I hum as my mother walks in. Her aroma smells of liquor and smoke. I open my eyes as I'm met with the sight of her. Her black hair tied in a high bun. Her shorts and tank top swallow her small frame. Beer bottle in one hand with a cigarette pressed between her thin lips.
"Good morning sweetheart," she says in a soft tone.
"Morning mommy," I say looking up at her.
"Where did you go last night?" She asks slowly moving towards me.
"Nowhere?" I say in a questioning tone as I play dumb.
"Well, if you went no where last night, how come when I needed to use your car it was gone?" She asks more menacing.
"What do you mean? My car is outside right now?" I respond.
"Magnolia Elaine Brown. You do not lie to me," her words ring and bounce off the walls.
"I'm not lying, I swear," I say pleading.
Her hand reaches for the cigarette in her mouth. One end red hot and smoking; the other side damp from spit. She grabs my left arm, pressing the hot end into my flesh. The smell of my burnt flesh fills the room. Hot tears spill from my eyes as she twists the bud deeper into my skin.
She frees my arm from her grasp as she walks back to her room. I cradle my arm to my body as I slowly walk to the bathroom in desperate need of a shower. The cool water hits my neck as all the sweat and dirt pool at my feet. I wash my hair and feel my muscles relax. I turn the water off as I step out of the shower. Quickly getting dressed, and leaving the house while my hairs still wet. I get into my car and begin to drive away. The mark on my forearm has begun to blister already.
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I pull my car into the rougher part of the cut. I pull off the main road and onto a gravel road. As I drive trailers come into view. I pull up to a specific trailer where lawn chairs litter the front yard. I switch my can engine off and knock on door to the trailer.
"Barry?" I yell. "Are you home?"
"Yeah, I'm out back," a voice responds.
I walk around to where the voice was. Standing there was Barry and someone else. I can't tell because their backs to me. All I see is a tall frame and blonde hair, checks all the boxes for me. I walk up to the pair, trying to see who this mystery man is.
"Hey, Barry. Got any candy for me?" I say as I get within ear shot.
"You bet your little ass I do," he replies as he tosses me 4 joints and a small ball of coke.
"My usual, it's a please doing business with you," I say as I turn to walk back into the house. "I'll set your money on the table okay?"
"Yeah that's fine," the man responds before talking to the blonde before him.
I walk into the trailer, going to check my pockets to realize that I was $15 short. I stick my head through the doorway as I yell to the pair.
"Hey Barry," I yell.
"Yeah. What do ya' need," he says clearly aggravated.
"I'm $15 short. I literally get paid tomorrow if you wanna stop by the surf shop." I say as I cross my fingers.
"Yeah, yeah what ever yeah that's fine." He rushes out before he gets back to arguing with the man before him.
I study the pair for a second. Trying to figure out who the other person is. Just as I was about to turn away, the pair start walking to the house. And I finally get a good look at the blonde. It's no one other than Rafe fucking Cameron.
I quickly zip my head inside and speed walk out to my car. I peel out of the drive way and make my way to the beach. Driving through the cut really gives you an idea of what everyone goes through here in the obx.
I mean you can work 2 jobs and work tirelessly and only end up with a half way decent house on the cut. Then there's kooks who can work 5 hours out of the day and afford a mansion with 15 bathrooms.
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I pull into a parking spot on the road, slide down a hill, and jump a fence to get to the beach. It's my secret spot. Not very many people know about it, and it's very peaceful. The only noise you hear is the ocean, birds, and the occasional car.
I settle in the sand, pealing off my shirt to reveal a bathing suit top. I dig in my jean shorts to find the baggies Barry gave me. I open the baggie filled with white powder. I take my spoon necklace and scoop some of the powder onto the gold spoon. I put the substance up to my nostril before snuffing it and throwing my head back.
I look up at the sky as the substance works its way into my system. Colors streak my vision as my head begins to become lighter. I lay all the way down just starring into the sky.
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I don't know how much time has passed, but it was starting to get dark. I sit up, looking around me to find nothing but empty beach. I put the baggie that I held clenched in my hand into my pocket as I stand up.
The cool air nips at my body as I walk to my car. I hoist myself over the fence, throwing my body to the other side. I climb up the hill I slid down earlier and slip into my car.
I switch on the engine to set out for home. I pull out of the parking spot and slam the gas on my way home. The wind whips in my hair as I speed down the road. As my small car speeds one way a familiar van speeds the other way.
The Twinkie.
I used to have a front row seat in that van with that group of friends. We were the closest-nit group that we knew. But one thing led to another and a little over a year ago me an Jj slept together and things got a little... tense with in the group.
It was 2 weeks before my 18th birthday and Jj had just turned 16. And horny teenage boy and emotionally deprived girl ends in well... sex that's supposed to make you feel loved but only makes you feel more empty.
I will be honest, it was the most vanilla sex of my life and it wasn't even worth it in the end. But when Jj told John B, John B told Pope who told Kie, who if I recall correctly, called me "A desperate child predator who will put out for any guy with a dick and a heartbeat ."
So yeah, let's just say we are no longer friends. All because I had the most vanilla sex with the guy who I thought would fix me. But that part of me is long gone.
I whip my car into my driveway, turning off the engine, and stumble into my house. I don't even make it to my room. I just crash onto my couch. My eyes become droopy and slumber takes over my entire being.
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A/N:
Guys I don't think yall know how excited I am for this book😋😋
Also... I've never done coke so idk what it's like to be high off of it so sorry if it's not realistic. IM TRYING MY BEST!
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