Pretty Little Lies (Lie #2) Read Free Page B

the door. Eighty-five in all. Each one was left ignored and unanswered. I wondered where she was and if she ever thought of me. The fact was I wanted her to walk through the door, climb up in my lap, and wrap herself around me. I chucked the glass I was holding across the room. I had to be in court in an hour, but all I wanted to do was go to Dylan. I needed to feel her skin and know she was okay. Where the hell was she?

Tuesday, February 17, 2015
    Dylan
     
    A cock sprung free from my small hand. I held it, amazed by its smooth texture, and traced my pinky over a heavy vein that ran alongside of it. A man’s breath hitched as he twitched in my grasp. He started to guide my fingers along the entire length. “Oh, damn, that feels fucking amazing.”
     
    I glanced up and saw the beautiful face of the man my mind wanted to hold onto smiling in total bliss. He released my grasp as I licked the head of his manhood and tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. His eyes closed as he groaned out in pleasure. I sucked the tip into my mouth. He worked his fingers gingerly in my hair. At that moment, I knew I loved him.
     
    Everything blurred around me as I was transferred into a rundown shack and was surrounded by unknown faces. One of them pushed me down to kneel, and as much love as I felt coming from the one man, I felt that much hate coming from every man in the room. The worst of the bunch was rough and harsh as he pulled my hair.
     
    “Open your damn mouth, cum slut,” he spit out. I heard the name Jamie in the distance, but demon suited him. I started to panic when a sleazy man that looked like he had not bathed in weeks thrust his not-so-small erection into my face. “Let’s try that pretty little mouth out on your dick. Better she learns the value of no teeth on you.”
     
    The dirty one placed the head of his cock against my tightly sealed lips. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the humiliation
     
    “Dylan, Privy,” the man I knew I had loved said over and over, shaking me. I wasn’t in that rundown shack. I was with him. He stroked his thumb over my tears. He loved me too.
     
    My feelings were a mix of jumbled emotions. For one, I was relieved and stroked my small baby bump knowing Little E was made in love. That for a moment, I was loved. Then the brutality of what I remembered and obviously lived through crushed me to my very core. I had spent my life without knowing where to turn. Being totally alone in the world was an emptiness that was indescribable. It was a feeling I would not wish on anyone. It was where I had discovered my life was. I knew that my memories would only grow harder to understand and nothing would seem right until I found Ethan. I just wanted to remember. I just wanted to know who he was and where the hell he was.
     
    My head turned when someone knocked on the door. I sat transfixed as Deacon walked in. Everything came flooding back. I remembered my dad pushing me on a tire swing. I remembered him lying in a coffin. I remembered my mom going off the deep end. I remembered Louie. The kids at school. The gang rape. I collapsed to the floor. My whole wretched life flashed before me like an old b-rated movie. My stomach twisted. My head throbbed. I remembered everything but the one memory that would rip a hole in me. Who the sad man was. Deacon slid down beside me as I heaved tears. I wanted to turn off the swarm of memories. I yanked my hair from my scalp. No wonder my past was stored away to be forgotten. There was not one memory I wanted to relive. I started convulsing. I heard Deacon screaming, but she sounded like she was in the distance. A nurse helped me in the bed, followed by a tranquilizer to ease my ravaged nerves. 
     

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
    Ethan
     
    Dylan had totally turned her back on me. I actually carried her another bouquet of primroses. I swore I heard someone shuffling around in the apartment, but no one answered the door. She must truly hate me, and it was