Do You Dare (Truth And Dare Duet 1)

And so, I’d been dismissed. I saw my parents after three weeks, and without even a greeting, I had been brushed off and forgotten. Yet again.

Just like ten years ago…

When I had needed them the most. I was left behind, locked away in the dark… forgotten.

“Maddox,” she purred in my ear again. I blinked, the past going out of focus, and I crashed landed in the present.

I had called Colton after the ‘fight’ with my father. He didn’t have to ask me questions, he knew what I needed. So, here we were. Crashing Leighton’s party, knowing full well we were about to piss off a whole bunch of people.

Yeah, that was exactly what I needed.

A good fight, a good fuck.

Marley – wait, no – Madison rubbed her hands over my chest and shoulders. “You’re so big and strong. So hard, in all the right places.”

She was so eager to please me, so eager to be just another girl on my list.

My fingers tangled in her hair, twisting the thick blonde strands around my fist. My knuckles dug into her scalp, and she winced, before quickly hiding it with a fake-ass smile. Without care, I pushed her on the ground. She collapsed to her knees with a low whine, her wide eyes blinking up at me, unfocused, confused, and with way too many expectations.

Her pink lips parted, waiting, and I figured why-the-fuck-not. With one hand, I unbuckled my jeans. “Let’s put your deepthroating skills to good use, shall we?”

Her face lit up, and she scooted closer between my thighs. Maybe she wouldn’t be such a bad lay after all. At least she was willing to suck dick. Some bitches thought they were too pretty and fancy to be on their knees.

A loud snarl came from outside, making all of us pause. There was more shouting, and through my hazy mind, I realized Colton was no longer in the same room. Brayden and Cole looked at each other, too, confused.

“Isn’t he from Berkshire?” The whispers started to get louder.

Brayden and Cole shot off the couch at the same time as me. Miss-Fake-Tits shrieked as she fell back hard on her ass. “What the hell?”

No fucks were given.

I buckled up my jeans before marching outside, Brayden and Cole following closely behind. Ah fuck.

Colton was standing in the middle of the front lawn, smiling like a goddamn maniac, while he was surrounded with a bunch of Leighton boys.

“Your girl wanted her pussy eaten,” he announced, loud enough for all of us gathered to hear. “You weren’t doing a good enough job, man.”

The girl in question, who was the same girl on his lap a few minutes before, sputtered a half-ass excuse. Her face was bright red, and she hid behind her friends.

I noticed Samuel, Leighton’s Quarterback, charging forward. Ah, so he was the boyfriend. This was also his party, and we weren’t invited.

Yeah, we were trouble with a capital T.

Colton was able to block the first punch, which only served to piss off Samuel more. He was livid as he tried to bring Colton to the ground, quite unsuccessfully. Pussy.

It was a fair fight…until it wasn’t.

The Leighton boys came forward, surrounding Colton until he was trapped.

“Fuck no,” Brayden growled.

My jaw locked, and the fire inside me burnt like lava, liquid hot and fiery. We cut through the mass of people, the itching need to fight putting all of us on an adrenaline rush.

Without giving it much thought, I yanked one of the boys away, and he fell backward. Weak and fucking useless.

Samuel spun around, his face red and a mask of fury. My fingers curled into a fist, and before he could blink, my fist made contact with his face. Not so pretty face anymore, huh?

He roared but swiveled back around quickly, blocking my next hit. The alcohol was fucking with my senses now, and he caught me in the ribs. The pain coursing through my body fueled me to fight harder and meaner.

He lunged at me, swinging but missing. I could hear the others fighting, the brawl getting louder and messier.

This wasn’t just a fight. It was retaliation. It was a fight based on ego -- who had the bigger balls, who was stronger.

I drove my shoulder into Samuel’s chest, slamming him into the ground. He tackled me back, but I was able to land solid punches into his gut. We were both walking out of here with at least one cracked rib.

My father’s disappointment – punch.

My mother’s lack of care – punch.

My fucked up childhood – punch, punch, punch.

The suffocating darkness, a constant reminder – punch.

My knuckles were bleeding and raw, my left eye was swollen shut, but I. Couldn’t. Fucking. Stop.

Brushed-off and forgotten.

Enraged and lost.

Through my hazy brain, I heard Colton shouting. My head snapped toward him, seeing him rush toward me. My eyes widened for a nanosecond before the bottle cracked against my temple.