Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
(Trigger warning: sexual/child abuse)
"He did what?" My voice comes out angry.
Un-fucking-believable!
Castle gives a little helpless shrug, putting another cherry into his mouth.
I put my video game controller down, a glare sliding onto my face. "Did he hurt you?"
"I already told you. No."
I do feel sorry for Sean. I know why he's doing this. But fuck, I'm tired of his shit. He's not even ready to give it a thought or try to understand. I can help him if he's willing to just listen.
The fact that he went after Castle. A wave of anger rises in me.
I stand up from the couch, startling Castle.
"I'm gonna go talk to him." I declare, moving towards the stairs.
But Castle stops me, grabbing my wrist.
"Don't," he says. "He didn't hurt me."
"He threatened you. That's enough of a reason for me to tell him to fuck off."
"There's no need, Holly. You knew he was going to do something like this. It'll just make it worse if you talk to him when you're angry."
I blow out a breath of frustration. Castle's right. Picking another argument with Sean won't help at all.
But fuck it, I'm pissed.
I yank my wrist from Castle's grip, ignoring his protest as I march towards the stairs.
"I'll be back in ten," I call out to him behind me.
He just sighs.
I stride up the stairs and head toward my bedroom. Pulling open the window, I slide outside onto our tree and make my way toward Sean's window.
I peer inside through the glass to find his room empty. Feeling determined, I decide to sit in his room and wait until he comes back.
I silently jump into his room and walk towards his desk, making myself comfortable on his chair. I look around while I wait. His room never had anything special. It's just a plain room with blue-painted walls, a huge bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a carpet.
A photo frame with Sean and me hangs on his wall that I made him put up there. The photo was taken two years ago when we were hanging out in my backyard. Looking at the photo dims my anger a notch and fills it with sadness instead.
No matter how sad I feel though, I can't let him have his way. He needs to be told that he can't cling to someone else's life with no regard to his own.
