A Piece of Heaven (Allendale Four 1)

r the screen. "I know about you and your circle jerk of perverts, but do they know everything about you? Like you and Anderson sneaking off and fucking in Oliver’s apartment? In his bed?”

He passed me the phone. Dread filled my belly like a sinking stone. It wasn’t a photo but a video this time of me and Anderson in Oliver’s room. It starts with us hugging, then kissing. I looked away when he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

“How…how did you get this?” I reached for the phone, but he snatched it back.

He shrugged. “Seems like you should be a little more careful about the electronics in your room.” He nodded at his phone. “Or the ones we carry around. There’re people out there that want to take advantage of girls like you.”

“My electronics?”

He shook his head. “Don’t be so naïve, Heaven. We’ve all heard the spiel about watching the programs and apps we use. Not making friends on the internet that we don’t know. Never. Ever. Posting things you don’t want out there…” He ran his finger down my arm. “What do you think the others will say when they find out you chose one guy over the rest? That Anderson was the first and not one of them? Was he your first?”

“They won’t care.” My voice wavered, almost betraying me. I held my chin high.

“Maybe they won’t, but I think your mom will care and Ms. Hemmingway and the principal. I think my step-dad may care and the sex crimes department with the police. It would be a shame if he decided to make you and your boyfriends an example to the community about the dangers of social media, when you could fix this so very easily.”

All I could do was bluff. "How do you know the guys don’t know about me and Anderson already? We’re in a relationship together. It’s not a crime. It’s consensual. The only criminal here is you.”

“So you finally admit you’re a whore.”

“Is that all you wanted? Was for me to admit that? Fine. I’m in a relationship with the Allendale Four. We’re happy. We love one another.”

"Do they know you're still hooking up with Blackwood?"

I threw my hands in the air. "I'm not."

"No?" Swiping the phone out of my hand, he waved it in front of my face a second later. It was another video, this time of me and Justin on the beach the night of the bonfire. I kissed his cheek and his long, lanky arm was resting on my hip. A moment later the camera shifts and it’s two people in the dark having sex.

“That’s not me.”

He frowned. “No? Looks like you.” He turned up the volume. I heard the deep, guttural moan that was unmistakably mine. I assumed from my time with Anderson. “Sounds like you.”

“You faked that.”

He shrugged. “Do you think anyone will care?”

I jumped for the phone.

“Give me the fucking video, Spencer.”

He held it above my head. “Now you’re scared.”

If I could have smacked the stupid, smug look off his face, I would have. "What do you want?"

"I told you before. You."

Panic washed through me again. I desperately looked around for help. Where was everyone? "You wish."

"I do. I've had my eye on you since Blackwood wore you down months ago. Before then, even. I've offered the nice way, but you got caught up with those four, but now it's my turn." His eyes turned dark. Soulless. I had no doubt he meant what he said.

“Spencer, this is too much even for you. The games are up. You won, but you need to let me go back to the dance. People are waiting for me.”

He grabbed my arm and I yelped in pain. "I can't. The way you look in that dress…" he made a disturbing feral noise with his throat. "Damn girl, even the most restrained guy would have a problem keeping his hands to himself."

“Spencer, don’t do this,” I begged. But the feel of his clammy hands and the weight of his body wasn’t the only thing tugging at me. The panic that resided in my heart swelled, threatening to cloak me from the pain. I couldn’t fight him and the anxiety any more than I could have rejected the happiness and the love of my boys. What’s the point, my brain asked, if he destroys me now? I should have given up long ago, back in the dark days when using a razor took away the pain.

I didn’t deserve them and I didn’t deserve the life they could give me. I choked on the rank scent of Spencer’s breath and knew that was what the future held for me.

He tugged me behind the car, shoved me against the cold metal and pulled at my skirts. “Don’t fight, it’ll all be over soon and you can have your video and all the photos.”