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Deadly Games
~Chapter Nineteen~
I remember looking up at David, his eyes wide with horror.
I remember not understanding why he was scared.
“Della,” David gasped, his mouth open.
I tried to speak out, ask him what was wrong, but I couldn’t.
My voice was gone.
David’s arms started to shake with me in them as he stared at me with the same wide eyes.
David wasn’t staring into my eyes as he usually would do. I followed his eyes down to my side.
Staining my shirt was a giant red blot.
There was a ringing in my ear.
I felt myself collapse.
“Della!” David yelped as I hit the concrete hard. I didn’t feel a thing.
An intense pain in my side began to travel through my entire being, tingling my toes and fingertips.
I looked up at David’s familiar green eyes.
“Please, Del. Stick with me,” he pleaded, his eyes clouding over, his hand shaking mine.
I heard a commotion behind me, I assumed my neighbors had come out at the sound of the shot.
“I’ll call 9-1-1!” I heard a man call out to us.
“You hear that, Del? You’re going to get help. You’re going to be okay,” his mouth smiled but his eyes remained stricken. “You’ve got to be okay.” I heard not only David’s voice, but also Trey’s.
Every word he had ever said to me replayed painfully slow.
My memory of his wicked smile as he mouthed ‘See you tonight’ was bright and vivid.
It clicked.
“Trey,” I rasped to David.
“What, baby?” David asked, his voice urgent.
“Trey did this,” I said, my voice faint.
I saw his eyes gain understanding as his face twisted into a pained look. He nodded slowly.
In the back of my mind, I heard myself saying over and over again ‘I told you so’.
I should have listened.
I should have known.
I should have ran the day I met the player.
I should have known I couldn’t compete.
I should have known I couldn’t win.
I should have known I would lose.
Those were deadly games I was playing. No one wins in deadly games.
“Della, don’t close your eyes,” David said, his voice urgent. “Please, baby, stick with me.”
I hadn’t realized I had my eyes closed, it felt so sweet.
It felt easy, just like sleep.
I felt the pain draining away.
I felt myself slipping.
My mind travelled to Ms. Mary and the very first day I had walked into the store. I was bored, just aimlessly wandering the city, looking for something to do. I noticed the old-fashioned shop window, it looked like something out of a movie. I walked in, intrigued.
A little old lady was sitting behind the counter, her eyes clouded over, her pain hidden by a well-practiced smile.
I thought of David and his sweet-self. His bright green eyes and his crooked smile. I thought of the way I felt with him. The love I felt for him.
Death was sweet.
I heard sirens ring from far off.
I wasn’t worried about that now.
In a distant voice, I heard David’s last line to me, “I love you, Della. I always will.” His grass-green eyes entered my memory as I felt myself smiling. “I will never forget you.”
The touch of his hand slipped away from my fingertips as an incredible light shone in front of me.
A beautiful, blond haired girl with clear blue eyes stood in front of me, her hand out-stretched to me. Her smile rang out familiarly to me, a smile I had seen every day I walked into the bookstore.
Every doubt was erased from my mind as my hand touched hers.
Every trace of pain was gone.
I was gone.





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Deadly Games
~Chapter Eighteen~
“I had a baby girl, you know.” Ms. Mary said, her eyes smiling with pride.
“You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother. He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after her.”
I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
“Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
“Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now, and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s all it took. All it took to set him off.”
Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
“I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up. “He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her head.”
My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
“She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The fact that she got away from him.”
My breath began to shorten.
“I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared about. He was too quick.”
I knew how the story was going to end.
“His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
I felt tears sliding down my face.
Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing no emotion.
“You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer day.”
I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing, unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.




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Deadly Games
~Chapter Eighteen~
“I had a baby girl, you know.” Ms. Mary said, her eyes smiling with pride.
“You did?” I asked. I had assumed she had just had a birth-complication. “Oh yes,” Ms. Mary replied, her voice far off. “She was so beautiful. Clear, light blue eyes with thick black lashes, wavy blond locks, and small pouty lips. I named her Serena, after Kenny’s great grandmother. He was so proud of me for naming our daughter after her.”
I looked to the side of Ms. Mary, at an old, yellowed photograph of a beautiful young girl that had been around forever. I had just assumed that it was a sample photograph of no importance. I never would have guessed that it was her daughter.
“Actually, she looked just like you,” Ms. Mary smiled slightly, her eyes beginning to sadden again.
“Looked? What happened to her?” I asked quietly, the curiosity taking control of my better judgment.
Ms. Mary smiled sadly, her eyes clouding over once again. “I had a feeling you were going to ask that. Well, one night, Kenny came home around dinner time, Serena was two now, and he had been out drinking all day. Except this time, he didn’t go out with his friends. He drank alone, which is always a very bad thing to do. He came home at about six, I was almost finished and Serena was playing with her dolls spread out on the kitchen floor. Without warning, Kenny tore into the kitchen, his eyes bloodshot and his posture slumped. He began to stumble towards us. He stepped on one of her dolls. That’s all it took. All it took to set him off.”
Her voice was shaky; I began to put the pieces together.
“I couldn’t grab her fast enough. I couldn’t bring her away from him.” Her eyes began to tear up. “He lifted her by the blond hair on her little head. I can still remember the ripping noise as the hair was ripped from her head.”
My hand involuntarily went to my own blond hair.
“She fell to the floor, an entire handful of blond waves trapped in Kenny’s strong hand. This seem to anger him. The fact that she got away from him.”
My breath began to shorten.
“I lunged for her. I swear I did. I tried to save her. I didn’t care what would come of me, she was all I cared about. He was too quick.”
I knew how the story was going to end.
“His big, steel-toed boot raised just above her precious blue eyes. I think she knew too. There was a sense of acceptance in her being. She understood Daddy was mad and she understood she was going to suffer for it, as she had time and time before. And what was most disturbing is she was okay with it all. But I think she also knew this time was different. This time she wasn’t going to wake up in my bruised arms, cuddling the pain away from her small body. This time she was going away for good. This time she would be safe and away from Daddy.”
I felt tears sliding down my face.
Ms. Mary was distant now. I don’t believe she remembered I was there. “I will never forget that sound. His strength was astonishing. He was so angry, he could crush anything he wanted, and easily killed his small daughter.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure what happened to me after that. I know he hurt me worse than ever but my body and mind was numb. In the morning, I had to clean up. I had to bury my little girl in the backyard so no one would find out. That was the hardest thing I ever had to do, Della.”
I was silently sobbing at this point, as Ms. Mary’s sad eyes turned to me. She let me cry for a moment, her face showing no emotion.
“You know, deary, I think that’s why I feel so attached to you. I think you’re what she would have been like with a different home life.” She smiled out at the rain. “I think she brought you to me that fine summer day.”
I should have listened to the voice inside my head, I said to myself as I finished the flashback of Ms. Mary.
But I was quickly brought back to reality with a deafening pop ringing out towards mine and David’s bodies standing, unprotected, on the dark sidewalk.




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Deadly Games
~Chapter Seventeen~
His eyes grew wide and turned to the most vibrant shade of green I had ever seen.
“Oh baby, I love you too,” he said, his voice bubbling with excitement and what sounded exactly what love should sound like.
My vision clouded over as pure happiness spread throughout my entire being.
I felt his hand cradle my face, pulling me into what had to be the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.
As I stood there, with David’s arms around me, his lips and mine conjoined in a pact of pure love, I felt myself thinking back to last summer.
To the day when Ms. Mary finished her story for me.
She had come into the Biography Room, asking for me to join her for a cup of peppermint tea.
As we sat there, the summer rain pouring outside the window, Ms. Mary told me everything.
“I’m sure you remember me talking about my lovely Kenny, correct?” she asked me, the name I had assumed was the name of her ex-husband. “Well, there is more to the story. I felt I owed it to you to finish it.”
I knew I should have told her she only needed to tell me what she wanted to, but I was curious. I wanted to know the rest. I wanted to know about the only thing that could ever seem to get her down.
“He did come back from the war, you know. Everyone told me I was so lucky. At the time, I had thought so as well,” she pushed her hair back behind her ear, turning her face to the window. “I was in love, deary. I was absolutely, one hundred percent sure I was. Kenny became an elementary school teacher, he taught third grade math. Seeing all those cute little children, I naturally wanted one of my own. Well, I soon became pregnant.” She began to smile. “I remember walking around the town, my pregnant belly sticking out for everyone to see, it was like an emblem of our love for one another. All my girlfriends told me they were so jealous,” she giggled like a young school girl, her tired eyes dancing. “I was the first one to get pregnant and with the best man in town!”
She looked at me, seeing my look of confusion on my face.
“That’s what everyone said. They said he was so sweet, so funny, so smart, and oh-so handsome. Everyone wanted to talk to him. All the girls wanted him, all the boys wanted to be him. It was impossible to hate Kenny. Impossible.”
At this point, I was fully into the story. Ms. Mary had always been excellent at telling stories, and this one was about a secret part of her life I had never heard before. It was safe to say I was sitting on the edge of my seat.
“The first night it happened, I was waiting up for him at about one in the morning. Kenny had been out drinking with some friends from his regiment. Usually, they would go down to the local bar and would drink responsibly. I had just figured he was busy reminiscing about the war, something they often did.” She paused to take a sip of her tea. “I had been reading a novel about parenting, I was six months pregnant and over the moon about it all. I was sitting in the bed, one lamp on next to me, reading quietly waiting for my husband. That was all!” Her voice raised, her eyebrows cinching together in confusion.
“When I heard him come in at about one, I had set my book down to go greet him and fix him some supper if he wanted. As soon as I entered the kitchen, which is where he was crashing around, I knew something was different about tonight. The entire room reeked of cheap alcohol and French perfume. His eyes were droopy as they scanned the room settling suddenly on me. I remember feeling scared beyond belief. The normally sweet and loving eyes were turned sour. He had stumbled to the floor, I remember that, so I went to help him. He had already got up before I reached him. I was too close to him, I realize that now. I should have just gone to bed. As I stood next to him, his hands quickly slapped me across the face, calling me names I will never repeat.”
She looked down to stir her tea, refusing to make eye contact with me. “And that’s the way it continued for the next months of my pregnancy. Every now and then, when he would go to the girls’ club and drink a bit too much, his rage would be taken out on me. I covered it up well, I had become an expert. I made excuses for him, I had a million of them.”
We stopped talking as a middle-aged man came in, heading straight for the bathroom next to the entrance.
Ms. Mary didn't even acknowledge him.
The only thing on her mind was the past.




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Deadly Games
~Chapter Sixteen~
“I’m walking you home,” David said, taking my hand in his as we headed down the sidewalk from the bookstore.
A small bruise was forming underneath his left eye.
I nodded, my thoughts distant. The only thing I could remember was David fighting so fearlessly for me and the way Trey’s mouth moved as he threatened me before he sprinted away.
Neither were what I had thought.
I honestly thought Trey was the one for me. I had thought he was spontaneous and exciting. He intrigued me. I was interested.
I was interested enough to let him in, to make myself vulnerable. I let him play his game.
David, the boy I had thought was just another boy, turned out to be my savior. The one who truly cared for me, the one who I was safe with.
I looked up into his bright green eyes, his face staring ahead seriously, every thought bent on getting me home safely as we walked through the dark.
“Baby,” I said softly, stopping short.
As I stood for that blink of a second while David continued to walk, I heard a noise behind me.
I had an irrationally urgent feeling of being unsafe sweep over me.
David halted a few steps ahead of me, looking back at me, his face softening as he heard my voice call him the pet-name. I suddenly forgot all about my fear of my dark surroundings. “Yes?”
I looked down at my shoes, tapping the toes together, completely chickening out of what I wanted to say.
He felt the hesitance in my voice. He stepped towards me, cupping his palm underneath my chin, lifting my face to his.
I knew his eyes were on me, but I was so scared, I couldn’t bear to look at them.
“Della.” I shivered silently as I heard him whisper my name.
I slowly lifted my eyes, letting them rest on each feature on his face momentarily. The strong lines of his chin, the cupid’s bow of his lips, the crook on his nose, and into the deep sea of green.
I felt myself soak in the familiarity of the two beautiful grass-green eyes, every doubt pouring out of me.
I took a shallow breath, feeling my breath getting tight in my throat, knowing this was the first time I was ever going to say the words to anyone.
I had no idea it was going to be my last.
David’s green eyes stayed on mine, waiting for me to say what I knew had to be said.
I looked at him, trying my best to stay strong and not melt away. When I had felt the courage come to me, I said to him in a shaky voice, “I love you.”




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Deadly Games
~Chapter Fifteen~
“Let’s leave,” I whispered into David’s ear, my head turning towards the door.
David laughed. “What? We just got here! Plus, I really want some coffee, hon. It’s warm here, we’ll just stay for a little while.”
My hand was still intertwined with his as he dragged me to the counter, every step getting closer and closer to Trey and his demeaning smile. I felt my confidence draining out of me as his eyes ate up my appearance.
“Hello, little Delly,” Trey snickered at me as he talked to me as if I was a small child.
I kept my eyes focused on my boots. One of the shoelaces was untied.
“I haven’t seen you since… well, last night, I guess!” Trey smirked, his laughter belittling. “Although, you weren’t the best last night. I’ve certainly had better.”
I felt David’s grip tighten around my fingers.
“I have to hit you just to make you put something into it!” Trey’s eyes danced as he realized who David was to me. “And who’s this, Delly? A little friend? How old is he, twelve?”
I could hear David’s breathing become heavy.
Trey turned to look directly at David. “Personally, I would stay away from her. She’s kinda nasty. Quite the wh*re, I’ve come to find out.” Trey reached over to me, lifting my chin with two fingers, which were digging into a newly formed bruise. “But, I mean, if you’re into S*T*D*s, than go for it.”
“Get your hands off her,” David swatted Trey’s hand away from my face.
Trey looked stunned for a moment, but quickly retaliated. “Excuse me? Pardon me for telling the f*cking truth.”
David laughed in the meanest way I’d ever heard. “Is that what they call being an absolute d*uchebag these days? Telling the ‘truth’?”
“Just trying to warn ya, bud.” Trey scoffed at David as he got madder and madder. “But while we’re at it, how ‘bout you get your hand away from my wh*re?” Trey pushed me so I fell against a table, startling the couple drinking their coffee.
“What did you call her?!” David asked his voice raising.
The bystanders in the coffee shop started to get uneasy, many getting up and leaving the shop all together.
I heard someone call for the manager.
“I called her by her name, idiot. That’s what you do. You be polite and call b*tches by their f*cking names,” Trey shoved David, who fell back a step.
David retrieved his stature and stood tall. “Okay, ‘bud’, first of all, she’s not a wh*re. She’s a beautiful girl with a stunning personality and the sweetest smile. Secondly, she’s not ‘yours’ nor will she ever be.” With a smile, he turned back to face me. “She’s mine.”
I felt my whole body become warm and tingly. This was the first time he had ever ‘claimed’ me.
Instead of the way I often felt with Trey, I felt loved. Instead of feeling stupid and useless, I felt like I was important and worth nice words and sweet smiles.
I felt like I deserved the cute, healthy relationship.
And David was going to give it to me.
It happened slow, at least to me. I saw his perfect, sweet face being pushed violently to one side as Trey’s fist came in contact. His beautiful green eyes became shocked and wide, his neck whipping to the side as his whole body fell to the ground.
I felt my chest cave, my breath caught, as I saw his body crumpled on the floor.
I looked to Trey, who smirked once at me, and then returning his attention to the body on the floor.
With the tip of his sneakers, he kicked David hard in the side.
“You better step off, kid. You don’t know what I’m capable of doing to your precious little Della over there. You seem to forget, I know her and her tight little body better than anyone.” He sneered above David.
“HEY! If you wanna fight, fine. But get out of my shop!” The manager yelled at the two, hitting them both with the end of a broom.
Trey hopped over David, pausing at the door to turn and give me an ominous smile.
With the door open, he mouthed to me, ‘See you tonight’.




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Deadly Games
~Chapter Fourteen~
“I think I’m going to go to college for Literature,” David told me as he organized the files in the cabinet behind the counter as I stood, listening.
I don’t know if he realized this, but the shirt that David had on today was an emerald green shirt with his sleeves messily rolled up so he could work, and the color made his eyes ten times more intense. His jeans were dark wash and ripped from working outside in the summer. His hair was swept to the side in a messy, unintentional way. I’m sure he didn’t try to make his hair do that. He wasn’t like that.
“I really want to go to Emerson,” David said, reaching up to grab a folder on a shelf, his shirt lifting to reveal a glimpse of his sculpted stomach, forcing my heart to race.
“That’s cool,” I replied, absentmindedly, tugging on my sleeves, my wrist littered with bruises, an assortment of colors, from where Trey’s fingers had dug in ruthlessly.
“It’s really expensive, though,” David continued, his back to me. “Which is why I’m here. What’s my two favorite things, you ask?” David turned to me, looking for a response.
I giggled at his wide eyes.
“EHH,” he said, imitating a noise on a game show. “Wrong. Books and money. Working at a bookstore equals money and books.”
I smiled at him. “I see.”
“And you!” He lunged to me, grabbing my wrists, pulling them close to him. I yelped, freeing myself from his grip. I know he didn’t mean to, but he hurt me.
He raised his hands up, like he was about to be arrested. “You all right?”
I smiled weakly, realizing I had made it obvious.
“Did it… Did it happen again?” he asked, his face as serious as ever, his eyes boring into mine.
I shook my head, averting my eyes from his.
“Let me see.”
I didn’t protest, knowing he wouldn’t stop until I showed him. I reached out my arm, pulling up my sleeve.
With a gentle finger, he brushed over it slowly, sending shoots of pain through my arm.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, sighing and staring at my bruises with a long face.
Ms. Mary shuffled into the room, holding an old book in her frail hands, and stopped short when she saw us. “Would you like to go on break, David-dear?” She asked.
David’s eyes never left my wrist.
I decided to answer for him. “Yes, thank you, Ms. Mary.”
“Not a problem, dear,” Ms. Mary nodded in a serious way.
As she walked past me, her eyes travelled to where David’s attention was focused. She stalled in front of us, her eyes travelling from the bruises to my face. Her eyes looked more tired and sad than I had seen in quite some time.
For the first time, her face was starting to show her actual age and all the sadness she held inside.
I tore my arms from him and held his hand in mine, leading him outside of the bookstore for our “break”.
We began to walk down the street, heading to the little coffee shop to get a Peppermint Mocha.
I hadn’t gotten one since Trey and I had first met.
Holding David’s hand in mine, I waltzed in, feeling a million times better just being with him.
As soon as my eyes had adjusted from the bright snow to the dim lighting of the coffee shop, my body went numb and fear took over my whole body. I shuddered as I found the angry eyes I had come to know too well.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.”




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Deadly Games
~Chapter Thirteen~
I played it off like it was just a message from my mom to David.
He smiled and we continued with what we were doing, even though things felt different with the nagging reminder of Trey’s message.
I couldn’t even begin to predict what Trey was going to do, let alone when he was planning on paying me a “visit”.
I did my best to camouflage my terror around David, I didn’t want him to worry.
But I also didn’t want him to leave me.
I was scared that if he found out the Trey wasn’t finished me, he would decide I wasn’t worth the trouble.
I left without saying good bye to either David or Ms. Mary, I didn’t want to encourage them to start a conversation with me tonight. I wasn’t in the mood.
I walked through town with my head down, hoping not to attract any attention.
I rounded the corner of the block where my house was located and stopped short.
In my front yard, there were tracks leading straight to my door through my yard.
I slowly opened my door to the empty house, seeing as both of my parents were still at work, and would be until after dinner.
I walked cautiously up the stairs and opened the door to my room painfully slow.
I jumped as I found Trey lounging on my bed, reading one of my old notebooks.
“Finally,” Trey said, sitting up. “Took ya long enough. You know I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Trey winked at me. Instead of being s*ductive, like I’m sure he was going for, it seemed creepy and unappealing.
The only person I found appealing was David and his green eyes.
I felt myself leaving my body, returning to David’s warm arms as I rested my head against his chest.
“Come here, baby,” Trey’s voice rang out to me from a distance as I felt him pick me up and throw me on the bed.
In my head, David’s eyes found mine and he leaned into my face, my hair falling into my face. With a gentle hand, David pushed it behind my ear. A ringing noise filled my ears as I felt Trey yank off my bra, roughly.
I smiled as David leaned in closer, eyes focused on my lips.
Trey’s hand slapped me hard across my face, once again, bringing me back to his angry face.
My undergarments were off, and Trey and I were, against my will, joined together.
I laid, rigid, under Trey’s body as he moved in erratic movements above me.
I noticed something different today. There was something different about Trey while comparing him to Ms. Mary or David or even the unnamed waitress.
There was something off.
In most people, there is a heart. A stroke of kindness. Compassion for other people, for feelings, for morals.
What I had mistaken as confidence was cockiness. The thought that he could have anything he wanted whenever he wanted it.
What I had mistaken as spontaneous was actually anger. Anger from who knows what, but it was going straight to me.
He was taking out his anger at me.
I fell for him.
I fell for his game.
And now, with Trey physically abusing and taking the best gift I could ever give a guy away from me, I realized I was losing.
I realized as silent tears started to slide from my eyes, I was losing myself.



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Deadly Games
~Chapter Twelve~
A little over a month had gone by.
I had been ignoring Trey and hiding out in the bookstore.
It was the perfect safe-haven that Trey knew nothing about.
It also helped that David was always there.
I had never heard from Trey again after that night. I thought that he had given up on me and moved on to something new.
The Christmas season came and went without anything new. I had spent it with Ms. Mary, helping out at the shop, but seeing as it was a holiday, very few customers came in. So instead, we sat around, chatting and drinking tea and eating all the leftover Christmas cookies.
Every day over break, Ms. Mary greeted me every morning with a smile. David started showing up earlier to work so he could share a coffee with me before he started work. I began to help him with the few tasks Ms. Mary would actually give him, so it was basically like I now worked there. Today, as we were sitting on a sofa, looking at a magazine together, David read aloud a section about a young girl with cancer who just got engaged to her boyfriend, also with cancer.
The two stood, holding hands, their smiles engulfing their faces, their skinny bodies glowing with joy. Both were undergoing chemo.
The title read, “In Love with My Best Friend, Check!” David looked at me, smiling.
I blushed and reached down to grab his hand. As I held it in mine, he gave it a quick squeeze.
“Hello you two,” Ms. Mary came out of the back room and shuffled over to us. Her sweet face smiled at us, revealing exhaustion that I had never seen before. “I’m going to go out for a cup of tea and some lunch. I’ll be back in about an hour.”
She walked by us, patting David on the shoulder as she passed.
We watched her pull on her jacket and shuffle down the street, out of sight.
David slowly sat up and looked around. The shop had been slow all morning.
He got up, and discreetly turned the shop sign from “Come On In!” to “Sorry, We’re Closed!” I gave him a funny, amused look as he walked back to me. He smiled as he lowered himself next to me.
“Did you know that we met each other two and a half months ago?” David asked, his eyes shy, his face adorable.
“I didn’t know that,” I smiled, titling my head at him, my blond hair falling to the side. It had finally reached the middle of my back.
“I’ve been keeping track,” he chuckled, quietly. “It feels so much longer, though.”
My smile widened. “It does, doesn’t it?”
He pulled me close to him, whispering in my ear, “And I’ve loved every minute of it.”
I felt his lips press against mine, gentle at first, and deepening to more than just a simple kiss.
Every time David and I had been alone together, we’d gotten more passionate.
His tongue formed next to mine, dancing with mine. I felt his hand slip up my sweatshirt, rubbing the small of my back.
My hand slid its way into his shaggy black hair, twisting the soft locks in between my fingers.
We stayed that way for a while, entranced by each other, until we were interrupted by my phone on the coffee table buzzing insanely loudly.
I pulled apart, my heart racing, his eyes hungry for more, and turned to my phone.
I fixed my shirt as I checked the new message.
My body went numb as I read who it was from.
“New Message from Trey Churchill”
My stomach churned as I clicked “Read Now”.
The message read, “Well hey, Peppermint. Long time, no s*x, eh?”
My heart dropped as I realized he hadn’t forgotten me nor changed at all.
I took a deep breath before I finished reading the message.
“I’m thinking it’s time for Round Two ;)”



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