The Past
Hunter age twenty
“Hunter Knight,” Sally purrs, wrapping her arms around me.
I swallow my disgust down and crawl inside myself when she touches me. She looks like a younger version of Grace, except she has dark eyes.
Dark eyes that never miss anything.
My eyes squeeze shut and I try my best to picture Isabel on top of me instead of Sally.
Isabel kissing me.
Isabel riding me.
Isabel calling out my name.
It works.
But only for a little bit.
I open my eyes when I come and then toss Sally off me. After all these years, I still sacrifice so much for Isabel.
So fucking much.
My entire life.
“Where are you going?” Sally questions, scowling at me as she touches my semen running down her thighs.
“Shower and then I’m going out.”
She has words for me before I leave out the room. “If I see you with Isabel, I will be forced to tell Grace.”
Working my jaw, I leave and step into the bathroom to wash the reeking stench of Sally off my skin.
I don’t say anything.
I never say anything because that’s what Sally wants.
She craves my attention, even if it’s anger and hatred.
I rather give her nothing.
The water is on full blast and scalding hot. I scrub myself hard enough my skin threatens to break.
I fucking hate this.