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Another small piece of me was gone. Stolen by their words, and I hated to admit their move was smart. Unlike their usual dumb tactics, just as stupid as theseartificial roses. Cheap fuckers. They couldn’t even afford the real thing. Must be bankrupt. Served them right.
I grabbed the roses from my bed and stomped into the bathroom, hauled them straight into the trash can. Angrily, I tore up the note and loathed them for invading my privacy and disrupting my sleep. A crude reminder of how mean they could be while my heart beat wildly from their attempt at a sweet gesture.
“Fuckers! I know it’s you!” I yelled as trudged to the door and placed my ear against it.
The stillness should have brought me peace. The silence was deafening as I ripped my ear from the door and huffed in aggravation. I peeked at my alarm clock. It was half past two in the morning. Witching hours. My phantoms fit right in with the ghosts. How inviting. But I reeled with another thought.
Where the fuck was Sebastian?
Whichever bimbo he was with must be good in the sack because he had lost all track of time. His dick was rather small, and she probably couldn’t get her lips wrapped securely around his ugly stick. Unfortunately for her, she’d have to pretend to enjoy his company for hours to get a penny out of him because that was all Sebastian Chamberlain was good for.
Shadows moved through the crack at the bottom of my bedroom door. The dark figures swayed one wayand then the other. Until the darkened outlines were out of sight.
I held my breath and unlocked the door. Nothing happened. There was no sound or movement from the other side, not even one attempt to force their way inside.
Were they gone?
I highly doubted it.
Carefully, I opened the door until there was a small gap I could see through. I scanned from left to right. No one was there. But a creak came from the stairs.
I made a mad dash for the stairwell. “Ah-ha!”
To my surprise, I was the only one there, alone at the top of the staircase, peering down into thin air. Slowly, I took the steps two at a time with my heartbeat pounding in my chest, and the muscle felt like it might explode. The sound was inside my eardrums as I made it to the bottom floor.
“Sebastian will be home any minute now! Get the hell out!”
Goosebumps crawled over my skin, starting from my legs, all the way up my chest, and extending out toward the back of my hands. The unknown was unnerving as I crept toward the kitchen in a fearless fashion. But on the inside, everything crawled with dread.
I knew I shouldn’t. Alarm bells rang out in my mind to run and head back upstairs, but my legs wouldn’t listen. Either I was too fucking curious if they were still there or incredibly dumb. Likely both, but I stopped, and my eyes widened when they landed on a frightening sight.
Two colossal figures with masks on both faced me. The pair were in spooky spirits. One was disguised in a skull mask, holding a baton, and the other was Ghostface from theScreammovies, and he held a knife.
They were equally a horrific view as they stood incredibly still and didn’t move a muscle.
“Phantoms? Is that you?” I asked as I caught sight of the butcher block and sidestepped.
They didn’t answer me but swayed in the same direction.
“I hated your gift.”
The skulled figure didn’t appreciate the comment and steadily tapped the baton against his palm. The soft tap against flesh was the only sound I heard as I took another step, wanting to arm myself. I was defenseless with each man armed. The fight was unfair, and the odds of me escaping this were scarce.
“I know it’s you, and you both disgust me. I despise the pair of you more than I have anyone in my entirelife. More than Sebastian.” I glared, and I wanted to hurt them.
But the last part was a flat out lie.
Sebastian was the root of all evil, not my ghosts. Yes, they forced me to do unspeakable acts with them, but it brought me pleasure I never knew I could feel. I’d discovered explosive, erotic, feral needs that I hated to want. I’d made animalistic sounds I didn’t even recognize and couldn’t tame, even if I tried. They consumed me; Sebastian ruined me. There was a difference I clearly saw, but I’d never admit the truth to them.
“You’ll never have me because I belong with Sebastian.”
The words were bile in my mouth and made me sick to my stomach. Sebastian repulsed me, but I needed to preoccupy them. I required a split second to reach out and lunge for a knife.
Fiercely, they growled and studied at each other. The sound hurt my ears, pierced into my heart, and stung like a venomous snake with its scaly skin wrapped around me. The sensation squeezed me tight, refusing to free me, but I released myself and ran for the blade.
Suddenly, a hand gripped the back of my neck. “Ah!”
I reached for the butcher block and my hand touched the handle. I fumbled to get a grip on the handle, but the death lock around my neck jerked me forward and away from my weapon. The commotion causeda knife to tumble out onto the island with the butcher block falling to the floor and I squeaked as I met a solid chest. I peered at the face of the disguised slasher.
