Page 53 of Sinister

“You dirty girl,” she replies with a chuckle.

“I’m going to hell,” I groan and peek at her through my fingers.

“Look, he’s hot as fuck. If you tell him I said that I will have to kill you. But, I get it. Even if he is your brother.” She pretends to gag.

“Shut up. We’re not related. You make it sound so gross.”

“It is gross... and hot,” she tacks on the end after a brief pause.

“Don’t ever mention it again. Promise?” I glare at her as she parks the car.

“Shit. I promise.” She holds her hands up.

“It gets worse. I have to unpack my thoughts here, but first I need coffee and cake.” I climb out of the car before she can convince me to spill my fucked up thoughts right here.

Saskia follows me out and the look she’s giving me makes me want to go hide. “My mind is coming up with all sorts of scenarios here, babe.”

I pull her into the nearest coffee shop and order us both the biggest coffee they have on the menu and a piece of cake each.

“Sit.” I point to the chair in the far corner of the shop, because the last thing I need is for anyone to overhear what I need to tell her.

Sass does as she’s told, which is rare, and makes herself comfortable on the padded seat in the corner of the booth. When the barista finishes making our coffee, I grab them and make my way over to her.

“Okay.” Placing the coffees on the table, I climb into the booth and make room next to me for the pile of pillows I just moved out of my way.

“Spill.” Sass sips her coffee and eyes me with curiosity.

“I don’t know how to explain it.” I fidget with the spoon next to my coffee cup.

“Just start from the beginning. We have all day.” Sass encourages me.

“Okay, here goes nothing. But first, promise you won’t judge me because of my fucked imagination.”

“I’d never judge you.” She looks worried.

I move closer to her and glance around to make sure we’re out of earshot of anyone. “You know how that guy forced me at the party.”

“Your stalker.”

“Well, I think it was him, but I can’t stop fantasizing about it. I kind of want him to find me again and hurt me. I’m fucked in the head, aren’t I?” I run my fingertips over my Rosary beads tattoo and watch Sass process my confession.

“That’s a kink, babe. You like to be forced and be scared. It’s very normal, you know, and you’re not fucked in the head,” she reassures me.

“Doesn’t sound normal.”

“Trust me, you’re normal.”

My attention is stolen by the girl from behind the counter as she approaches us with our slices of cake. “Anything else, ladies?” She grins.

“No thank you.” I smile back innocently and hope our voices aren’t loud enough for her to hear what we’re saying.

“You look guilty.” Sass laughs at me, shoveling in a piece of cake.

“Shut up. I’m here spilling my guts about wanting my stalker to rail me again. Of course I look guilty. It’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything. Me and Rome are just sleeping together, so I probably shouldn’t feel guilty, but I can’t stop thinking about that other guy too.” I scoop up some cake to make myself feel a bit better.

“You know the saying. Just because he’s good for your hole, doesn’t mean he’s good for your soul.” Sass waves her fork in front of me.

I burst into giggles. “Where do you get this shit?”