Vicious Lies (Lies 1)

I’m hot, burning hot.

I need a release, but I don’t know how to get one without a man.

Jesus, I’m fucked up.

If I could just cry, feel something, maybe I wouldn’t feel this way. I don’t know how to cry anymore.

And I don’t know how to come alone.

I need help.

I storm to the door and grab the handle, knowing it’s time I talked to Langston. I won’t survive the year like this. If Langston wants a chance to get answers, then he needs to help me live long enough to be able to tell him the truth.

I rattle the doorknob, but it doesn’t open.

“Fuck!”

I slam my hand on the door, pounding on it.

“Langston!”

Knock.

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Knock.

“Open the door! We need to talk!”

I press my ear up against the door, but I don’t hear anything. If Langston is in his bed, he would have heard me. He’s either ignoring me or not here.

He’s never here for me when I need him.

My nails dig into the back of the door and then scrape down. I hope I’m destroying the perfect finish on this pretty door, but I doubt I am.

I collapse to my knees as I cry out, begging my body to surrender, to give in.

Cry, dammit.

Shed one fucking tear.

Make this easier.

I feel under my eyes, but all I sense is the sticky sweat clinging to my cheeks.

I’m broken.

As much as I don’t want to admit it, I need Langston.

“Liesel?”

Langston’s voice.

I exhale sharply.

“Yes,” I croak back.