Xavier had a criminal record as colourful as the bruises on his face. He had built a less-than impressive reputation for himself from fights and drug misuse to rape allegations. The townsfolk knew to stay clear of him and his family. Including kind...
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I was vaguely aware Dimitri had done me dirty. It was like my mind was in there somewhere but my mouth and my actions wouldn't comprehend with it. I don't know what the fuck Sam gave me but it wiped me out.
Lilia dumped me down on her sofa and I closed my eyes. The whole house smelt like her, sweet like almonds. It was warm and welcoming, the sofa felt soft beneath me and everywhere was clean, unlike the trailer I live in.
"Lilia?"
"Yeah?"
Words whirled around my brain. I wanted to talk to her, say something meaningful or complimentary. I wanted to thank her for not leaving me outside. I wanted to apologise for overstepping my boundaries by hugging her from behind and trying to make her leave the party. I wanted to ask her about her dad, if she needed me gone before he wakes up and finds me. I wanted to know if she believed everything she's heard about me and reassure her it didn't happen.
But instead, right before I past out I uttered the words "my dick is sore."
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My alarm clock beeped and my eyes widened to the size of golf balls. Immediately I sat up and threw myself out of bed. Xavier was exactly where I left him. Tangled up in a knitted blanket on our sofa, mouth open, eyes closed and breathing heavily.
My dad, however sat on a chair. Watching him like some psychopath creep. He didn't even blink, he sat staring at Xavier with his gun in his hand. Locked and loaded.
"Nice pyjamas Lia, make a special effort for any particular reason?" I looked down at my red silk two piece and twisted up my lip. He knows damn well I always wear an old oversized tee to bed, I was making things far too obvious.
"Dad, I can explain... He was in a bad way last night. I couldn't just leave him." His gun bounced off his palm in a rhythmic way, the nape of his neck was starting to redden, giving it away that he was hella angry.
"Leave him where exactly?" He asked slowly, like a damn interrogation that he gives to one of his criminals.
I swallowed. "At a party. Scotts brother, he had like a small get together." I tried to sound as casual as I possibly could but that wasn't very possible with Xavier sleeping a few yards away and dad holding a pistol in his hand.
