Sin With Me

Seis

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Brooke

I have been avoiding Reece like a deadly disease. It has been three days. He's gotten more popular at school, hanging out with a group of some athlete guys and I've been doing my best to make myself small and invisible. Yesterday I sat at the front of the class instead of our usual spot and when class ended, I dashed out as though I was being chased. Sure enough, I had desired him, and now that I'd gotten my wish, I didn't know how to face him. Because I'll want him all over again, and that beats the purpose of a one night stand. So I'm just living in my bubble of blissful ignorance, not wanting to confront reality. He texted me once, the previous day. Asking why I'd left. Honestly, how was I to respond to that? I did respond alright, with laughing emojis. I was so mortified later on and the fact that he texted nothing else solidified my mortification. So like a normal young adult, I avoided him altogether. Life was still going great before I knew him anyway.

I tell mom I'm leaving and for her not to pick me up and then I head for the store. At least work will take my mind off Reece Bakker. And I brought my phone along too, so I can play Space Racers all I want. Reagan greets me warmly and hands me a bag of cookies from his wife. I live for these things-she makes the meanest cookies ever, in all these cute little shapes. My mood instantly improves. Reagan asks me to help him bring in the art supplies and so I put down my cookies and for for them.

It's thirty minutes later that I sit back down at the till. Reagan has left, after we organized all the supplies and checked all the stocks. I don't even want to get up from this chair again. My back feels violated.

Customers flood the store and I till items continuously for over an hour. At this point I just want to rip out my spine. The crowd finally trickles down to the occasional buyer as nightfall sets in. I didn't even get a chance to eat my cookies. After I till the birthday card and flowers that a kid just bought, I turn my attention to Space Racers and dig into my cookie bag.

I'm finally beating my high score, killing off the most powerful villain when a beefy hand slaps on the counter, causing me to lose the game. Hijo de puta! Surely there are more polite ways of catching someone's attention. I look up to the owner of the hand, ready to tell him exactly that but the face I'm met with shuts me out. Brody Glinsky. And there's actually nobody else in the store, and it's already dark outside. I always knew I'd die alone but this wasn't the scenario or age I pictured for it.

Brody is my age. But the number of times  he's been in jail is greater than my age. And I'm 19. Rumor has it that Brody once got charged for rape on a 30 year old woman. He's messed up like that. It takes a lot to faze me but I'm instantly scared. This is a psychopath. The state he is giving me is so twisted, a stare full of madness. Maybe if I serve him quick, he'll be on his way and leave me alone. My only form of defense is a metal bat we keep in the back. But it's too far. Brody is huge, he'd have floored me before I took two steps.

"Hello, girlie!" A show of his teeth from the malicious grin. I try to reign in my fear, leaving my face expressionless. Inside I'm a pile of liquid fear.

"Hi Brody, how may I help you?"

That sick smile grows wider, a matching sickness glinting in his eyes. I want to gag.