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If you wanna fuck an elf, just call me Santa’s helper
Me
Oh… have you been a naughty elf Mr. Anderson?
Honey Bee
The naughtiest. I think you should punish me
Me
I have some ideas…
Honey Bee
I wanna see your gorgeous face
A loud knock comes from the front door, and my smile grows wide. I toss my phone on the couch, practically running to the front door, where Elijah must be waiting tosee my gorgeous face. I swing the door open, and a thousand needles prick my skin at once.
“Seth,” I whisper, gripping the handle tightly. “What are you doing here?”
He grabs my arm tightly, and I stumble over the threshold as he pulls me onto the porch, the door clicking shut behind me.
I’ve been dragged into the lion’s den.
“Saw your little boyfriend today,” Seth says with a sneer as the moonlight casts an eerie shadow on his face.
“Okay?” I square my shoulders, manifesting bravery. “And?”
“You never told me he was the son of the police chief,” he spits out, boring his icy eyes into mine.
“Didn’t realize you were owed the family lineage of the people I date.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Sophia!” he shouts, and I flinch. “Your new boyfriend is the chief’s fucking kid! You better not have told him about what happened.”
“And what if I did?” His eyes turn dark—so dark I fear it’s not even Seth I’m staring at—as if he shut his humanity off completely.
He steps toward me, and I stumble back against the door. He places his arms on both sides, caging me in. “Don’t toy with me, you stupid cunt.”
My eyes widen in surprise at his venomous words. I’m not sure why anything he does surprises me anymore. “Why shouldn’t I if you’re gonna call me shit like that?”
“Don’t!” He lets out a heavy exhale, returning his tone to a normal level. “Fucking. Play. With. Me.” His warm breath hits my face, and a wave of nausea floods through me. I consider telling him to be quiet, but I’m wondering if I’m going to need help out of this situation. “Tell me the truth.”
I’m sick of lying, so fucking sick of lying to everyone. “I told him… I told Elijah what happened.”
“You’re full of shit.” He glares as the air shifts to a temperature much too cold for Florida in the fall.
My knees wobble, and I straighten them, clenching my fists. “Every. Single. Fucking. Detail, Seth. I told him exactly howyouhit that guy and left him blee—”
A hand around my throat cuts off my words. “I told you not to tell anyone.” A fierce pain rips through my body as he lifts me up, crushing my windpipe, and I fight to touch the ground.
“Seth,” I croak out, trying to claw his hand off my neck. My eyes water as I struggle for air.
“If he tells his dad, I could go to jail!” Seth jerks me forward, slamming my head against the door, his grip increasingly painful. “I’ll drag you down with me, you manipulative cunt.” My lungs desperately fight for oxygen. Black spots slowly trickle into my vision, knees buckling. “You’re the one who turned up the radio so fucking loud I could barely pay attention. This is as much your fault as it is mine.”
My eyes flutter shut. He’s still yelling, but the words are far away and incomprehensible.
I can’t breathe.
