Page 45 of Knox Academy Omnibus
“Don’t do that! Th-that creepy silent serial killer shit! Make a noise when you move or something.”
He doesn’t crack a smile at my joke. Onyx looks terrifying. I’ve never seen him so angry. Taking a step towards me, he easily closes the gap. Slate does the same from behind. My heart begins to race as uncertainty floods me. What’s going on?
“I agree. I wouldn’t want to see anyone get hurt,” Slate adds.
My breath hitches at the contact of them both, and my mind strays from the menacing words they are saying to very much focus on my twin sandwich fantasy.
“You know you want it,” one of them breathes in my ear. Yes I can normally tell them apart, but right now, squeezed between their two hard bodies, I can barely stand, let alone think straight.
“Who wouldn’t? Two men, twins, showing you pleasure you never knew existed.”
Slate’s lips touch my skin and I’m lost in their touch, squirming with pleasure.
“Hold her still,” Onyx barks. I’m not sure if it’s his tone, or the thought of being held still, but my body goes into fight or flight mode.
I use one of the moves Sawyer showed me in self-defence class, a throat strike, that leaves Onyx gasping for breath as I elbow Slate from behind. I can’t be here. I can’t do this.
I run, out of the room, out of the dorm, and smack bang into a hard chest.
Looking up, Sawyer’s steel grey eyes show concern, but his body he keeps at a distance.
“Are you okay?” I nod, tears flowing down my cheeks. “Did someone hurt you?”
“I’m fine, sorry to bother you,” I say, taking a step back, wiping my tears. Sawyer reaches out and grabs my wrist, pulling me back towards him.
“You could never be a bother to me, Amelie. I just can’t do this here…we could go to my office.” A loud pained sob escapes my throat. I can’t do this. He chooses now to acknowledge me? After weeks of blanking me or being cold and distant? I can’t handle his kindness when I’m at my most vulnerable.
“Don’t bother, Sir.” I verbally lash out. “I can’t keep doing this, pretending. You're all too much.”
I don’t wait for him to respond, I take off and race back to my room. At least running with Onyx had some benefits: I’m faster and more coordinated than before. I need to talk to Smalls. Just to hear his voice.
I tear through the pads, not being able to get through the packaging fast enough and power on the phone.
The minute it takes to power up feels like a year passes, but when it’s finally ready, there’s no need to scroll contacts; I know his number off by heart. Even the area code bullshit I have to dial to make international calls.
“Hey, baby, what’s doing?” I can’t respond to him, I hiccup through the tears. “Hey, talk to me, tell me you are okay, I need to hear your voice.”
“I miss you,” I manage to whisper.
“I miss you too. If you need me, I will sell my ass and get on the next flight there.”
I laugh. “You better not sell yourself to those dirty whores, who knows what you’ll catch.”
“And there she is.”
“How will I survive three years here, Smalls? It's barely been half a term and I feel like my heart is dying.”
“Because, baby, you’re a Rossi and Rossi’s are made of tough stuff. What doesn’t kill ya only makes ya stronger.”
“I know, but it still hurts. I’m making shitty choices without you and Aadi here to guide me.”
“We baby you, it is a good time to find yourself. Figure out who Amelie Luna Rossi is, not who we want you to be. I will always be here for you.”
“I love you, Smalls.”
“I love you too, baby girl, ride or die remember? Hold on a sec.”
The call muffles, but I can hear whispering in the background.
