These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 7

TW // ABUSE

Harry

3:33 AM

Fuck, what's wrong with this mattress. I plush my pillows in hopes of falling asleep but it didn't help. I groan in annoyance while grabbing my phone but suddenly a devilish thought crept into my mind. I knew exactly what I needed to do to get a good night's rest. 

Hopefully, she's awake.

Within minutes, the girl from the grill texts me back. "Of course," I say out loud. I walk to the mirror and stare at myself, admiring the view. I mean, who could say no to this? I grin as I put on my shoes, then I grab my keys and head on over to her house.

I arrive in front of her driveway and notice the shimmering lights from her huge house. You can tell she's rich due to the Range Rover and Mercedez Benz parked right by the left edge of her mansion. 

A part of me wonders if she's just another one of those privileged rich girls that prance around bragging about her parent's wealth. The thought of it makes me want to gag. Nothing more embarrassing than a self-entitled teenager.

Honestly, I don't even know what I'm doing here. My encounter with Dean left me so frustrated that I had to get my mind off of it. Hopefully, this does the trick.

I park a few feet away from her house just to be safe. The last thing I'd want to do is be yelled at by her fucking parents. Next thing, I'm calling Cassie to open the door.

"I'm outside. Open the door," I demand.

"Are you crazy? You're gonna have to climb up," she replies.

"What? Nobody said anything about climbing shit." Did she want me to die?

"It's really not that high, just come to the side of my house," she whispered over the telephone. I don't usually do this extra shit but I'm down bad in desperate need of a distraction.

She better be  fucking worth it.

"Climb that ladder by the bush, but be quiet." She says while waving at me from her bedroom window as she presses her phone between her ear and shoulder.

I put my phone in my pocket and climb the ladder all the way up to her room. She hands me her hand but I reject it. The last thing I'll ever do is accept help from a child.

I observe her room and notice how clean it was. Most girls I've fucked never kept it this clean. She probably has a fucking maid or something. 

As my thoughts consumed me, an object caught my attention as it glistened in the corner of her room. I looked closer then realized what I've been staring at.

"Is this a trophy...for cheerleading?" Why am I not surprised. She's really living up to my awful expectations. God do I hate cheerleaders.

I turn around ready to throw a degrading insult but instead spot a very naked girl standing by the edge of her bed leaving me stunned.

I can say all I want, but fuck does she looks good. Why is it you never truly notice a woman's full beauty until she's completely naked?

As she deeply inhaled, her tits rise up and down in a manner so quickly that I can sense her nervousness. She looks anxious as I take a step closer to admire her gracious body. While one hand sits still by her hip, the other points at me then curls back to her suggesting that I come closer.

When I reach the foot of her bed, she slowly sits down releasing a squeaky croak from her mattress. She sits in a manner so straight that I'm sure isn't her natural posture. Carefully, I notice her puffing her chest out in some desirable attempt to catch my attention even further.