Jacob
The first time Daniel laid a hand on me, it sure as hell wasn’t a gentle touch.
No. It was far from it. It was controlling, claiming.
And now we were in this weird dorm room with a light that kept flickering on and off like it had a hangover and a window that never stayed shut.
Daniel had suggested we go there, so we could have some time alone, without Sarah or Mr Richard barging in.
And he was right. Mr Richard wouldn’t stay away these days, Sarah too… and we needed some time alone, and away from all the drama.
The air smelled of Daniel’s expensive cologne, sweaty teenagers, and a bunch of bad decisions. I had downed two drinks already, trying my best to ignore how he was eyeing me from the other side of the room. But the truth of the matter was that I noticed.
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