CHAPTERFOUR
1018 Words
Her feet were stiff and cold.
Every other part of her body was warm and blissful. She groaned into the alcohol-reeked sheets. "Ezra, my feet are cold," she mumbled.
Ezra had a lot of friends, and she was introduced to them all during the wonderful party. She even saw some people from her old school but she didn't let it bother her.
After eating, drinking, and enjoying some sweets, she complained to Ezra that the noise level at the party was becoming too loud for her.
She was immediately taken away by her knight in shining armour, who then played with her in his bed before returning to the party . Nevertheless, she recalled that he had returned later, when she was already sound asleep.
He had put his arms around her as they lay in bed, and she had fallen asleep, letting her guard down and snuggling onto his chest.
"Ezra," she called a bit louder this time.
The quiet answer was enough to startle Demetria into full wakefulness. After jolting up, she winced as she felt a searing pain between her legs.
The female finally noticed her clammy thighs and she began to pray, hoping it wasn't what she was thinking.
Ezra couldn't have done that.
She tossed aside the covers and peered below to see crusted blood on the bed and dry c*m on her. "No," Demetria said, shaking her head and gently closing her eyes, not believing it and not allowing the tears to flow.
"No," she said, swallowing hard as her voice cracked even more.
He wouldn't do that. He would not. There has to be some sort of explanation so she managed to stand up before putting on her clothes, hoping to get some answers.
When she got to the living room, she found Ezra with HER.
They appeared to be completely unaware of who was in Ezra's room as they laughed and watched TV.
"Wha-what's going on here?" She croaked and they turned to her.
"Oh, she is finally awake." Ezra chuckled as his acquaintance walked to Demetria and stood in front of her.
"It wasn't enough that you slept with my boyfriend but now you're sleeping with my brother?" With a sly smile, Natalie seemed to be making fun of Demetria.
"Natali-" the state University girl grabbed Demetria by the lips, shushing her up instantly.
"Don't! Don't you dare call my name, you whore."
"Leave her be, sis. Leave her be," Natalie let Demetria go and took a step back as Ezra approached and threw some cash at her. "You did well, you can leave now." He did a once-over and laughed.
"Hey! You should have told me earlier you were sleeping with the slut who stole my boyfriend."
"Well, you called her Dementia all the time so how was I supposed to link Demetria to Dementia?" He looked at his sister, who rolled her eyes at him.
"Ezra why?" She felt hurt, angry, and hateful.
"Okay jokes apart, you really look like you have another soul glaring at me right now, as if you want to kill me. Are you a ghost or something?"
"You!" She pointed at him. "...raped me. You lied to me, you sold me out and you are treating me like a prostitute."
"Hey hey listen." He grabbed her arm and his tone suddenly changed from zero to one hundred.
"Family over w****s alright? If I knew you were the one who stole Hadin in the first place, I wouldn't have had anything to do with you and when I found out, when I finally found out it was you, I and Natalie thought you needed to be taught a lesson."
"Plus she made me have a carryover and I lost my image! Everyone sees me as a cheater and thinks all my grades are lies." Natalie added.
"Because of you, the board is deciding if I need to retake all the promotional exams. You ruined my life, now I'm going to ruin yours." She mocked Demetria, who was on the verge of losing her mind.
After being heartbroken for the second time, Demetria fled the room before any of the siblings could say anything more and staggered into a crowded, spacious corridor. People started pointing at their phones and then at her as they snickered and laughed together when they spotted her.
Someone yelled, "It is always the innocent looking ones," and Demetria felt ashamed.
She ran.
Then all of a sudden, she stumbled.
She stumbled hard.
But something broke her fall. Or, more accurately, someone.
"Well, this doesn't look good at all." A very stentorian voice spoke.
"No, it does not." The woman could feel the annoyance coming from them as another gruff voice said.
Demetria looked at the person who caught her. In addition to having very light brown eyes that might turn hazel on a day caressed by the sun, he was spotting a white t-shirt. He wore a face cap over his black hair, and his eyebrows were quite thick, his lips perpetually curled to one side in a grin.
Then her gaze shifted to the second speaker. Except for his dark brown eyes and his own black hair secured in a man bun, he bore a striking resemblance to the man who was holding her.
Finally she sensed a third presence and looked at the third male. Of the three, his visage was the most severe, and he was incredibly silent with a furrowed brow. It seemed as though he was scowling at her without actually scowling at her.
Triplets.
Demetria realized they were triplets.
"Pass the slut over, we want a turn." The unidentified man who had kicked her earlier approached them.
The three guys c****d their heads in unison, their features displaying a puzzled expression.
The second male who had spoken caught the guy by his throat, slowly squeezing the life out of him.
The first male who had her in his arms chuckled before placing her on her feet and wiping her tears with his thumb.
"You're going to give us so much trouble, aren't you?"
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