Twist Me (Trilogy)

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"YOU KNOW, I THINK HE'S STILL REALLY INTO YOU," LEAH SAYS AS SHE DRIVES ME home. "I'm surprised he didn't ask you out right then and there."

"Ask me out? Jake?" I give her an incredulous stare. "I'm the last girl he'd want to date."

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," she says thoughtfully. "You guys might've only been on one date, but he was seriously depressed when you disappeared. And the way he was looking at you tonight..."

I let out a nervous laugh. "Leah, please, that's just crazy. Jake and I have a complex history. He wanted closure tonight, that's all."

The idea of dating Jake-of dating anyone-feels strange and foreign. In my mind, I still belong to Jungkook, and the thought of letting another man touch me makes me inexplicably anxious.

"Yeah, closure, right." Leah's voice is dripping with sarcasm. "The entire evening he was staring at you like you're the hottest thing he's ever seen. It's not closure he wants from you, I guarantee that."

"Oh, come on-"

"No, seriously," Leah says, glancing at me as she stops at a stoplight. "You should go out with him. He's a great guy, and I know you liked him before..."

I look at her, and the urge to make her understand wars with my deepseated need to protect myself. "Leah, that was before," I say slowly, deciding to disclose some of the truth. "I'm not the same person now. I can't date a guy like Jake... not after Jungkook."

She falls silent, turning her attention back to the road as the light changes to green. When she stops in front of my apartment building, she turns toward me.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly. "That was stupid and inconsiderate of me. You seem so okay that I forgot for a moment..." She swallows, tears glistening in her eyes. "If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you-you know that, right?"

I nod, giving her a smile. I'm lucky to have a friend like her, and someday soon, I may take her up on her offer. But not yet-not while I feel so raw and shredded inside.

THE NEXT FEW WEEKS CRAWL BY AT A SNAIL'S PACE. I EXIST MOMENT TO MOMENT, taking it one day at a time. Every morning, I write out a list of tasks that I want to accomplish that day and diligently adhere to it, no matter how much I may want to crawl under my bed covers and never come out.

Most of the time, my lists include mundane activities, such as eating, running, going to work, doing grocery shopping, and calling my parents.

Occasionally, I add more ambitious projects as well, such as applying to college for the spring semester-which I do, as I told Leah I would.

I also sign up for shooting lessons. To my surprise, I turn out to be pretty good at handling a gun. My instructor says I'm a natural, and I start doing research on what I need to do to acquire a firearms license in Illinois.

I also tackle self-defense classes and start learning a few basic moves to protect myself. I will never be able to win against someone like Jungkook and the men who took me and Beth, but knowing how to shoot and fight makes me feel better, more in control of my life.

Between all those new activities, my work, and my art, I'm too busy to socialize, which suits me just fine. I'm not in the mood to make new friends, and all of my old ones are away.

Jake and Leah are both back at Michigan. He pings me on Facebook, and we chat a few times. He doesn't ask me out, though.

I'm glad. Even if he wasn't going to college three-and-a-half hours away, it would never work out between us. Jake is smart enough to realize that nothing good could ever come out of getting involved with someone like me-someone who, for all intents and purposes, is still Jungkook's captive.

I dream of him almost every night. Like an incubus, my former captor comes to me in the dark, when I'm at my most vulnerable. He invades my mind as ruthlessly as he once took my body.

When I'm not reliving his death, my dreams are disturbingly sexual. I dream of his mouth, his cock, his hands. They're everywhere, all over me, inside me. I dream of his terrifyingly beautiful smile, of the way he used to hold and caress me.
Of the way he used to torture me until I forgot everything and lost myself in him.

I dream of him... and wake up wet and throbbing, my body empty and aching for his possession. Like an addict going through a withdrawal, I am desperate for a fix, for something to take the edge off my need.

I am not ready to date, but my body doesn't care about that-and finally, I decide to give in.
Dressing up, I grab my old fake ID and head to a local bar.

THE MEN SWARM AROUND ME LIKE FLIES. IT'S EASY, SO FUCKING EASY. A GIRL alone in a bar-that's all the encouragement they need. Like wolves scenting prey, they sense my desperation, my desire for something more than a cold, lonely bed tonight.

I let one of them buy me drinks. A shot of vodka, then one of tequila... By the time he asks me if I want to leave, everything around me is fuzzy.

Nodding, I let him lead me to his car.

He's a good-looking man in his thirties, with sandy hair and blue-gray eyes. Not particularly tall, but reasonably well built. He's an attorney, he tells me as he drives us to a nearby motel.

I close my eyes as he continues talking. I don't care who he is or what he does. I just want him to fuck me, to fill that gaping void inside. To take away the chill that has seeped deep into my bones.

He rents a room at the front desk, and we go upstairs. When we get into the room, he takes off my coat and begins to kiss me. I can taste beer and a hint of tacos on his tongue. He presses me to him, his hands hot and eager as they begin to explore my body-and suddenly, I can't take it anymore.

"Stop." I shove him away as hard as I can. Taken by surprise, he stumbles back a couple of steps.

"What the fuck-" He gapes at me, mouth open in disbelief.

"I'm sorry," I say quickly, grabbing my coat. "It's not you, I promise."

And before he can say a word, I run out of the room.
Catching a taxi, I go home, sick from the alcohol and utterly miserable.

There is no fix for my addiction, no way to quench my thirst.
Even drunk, I can't bear another man's touch.