bellowed.
“Nothing.” Rex brushed pieces of porcelain off his hands, not even bleeding. “Food is a privilege in this household. We earn what we eat. When he learns to appreciate that fact—”
“Good God ! You’re a real piece of work, you know that—”
“Ilume,” I butted in. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not hungry anyway.”
Rex huffed. Ilume stared at me, fury written on her face. Collecting herself, she motioned toward the stairs. “Go,” she said, like I was her pet. “Now. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Fine.” I stood up.
Rex hawk-eyed me. The way he fidgeted as I went by, I knew his claws were itching to come out and slice me open. I didn’t look at him because, seriously, another word out of that waste of fur and somebody was meeting God tonight.
I slammed Ilume’s bedroom door shut, giving my bed a good kick. The dog pads spun across the floor. I was sick of this place and the freak that owned it. It might’ve been day one, but I was ready to go home.
Time and place. I slumped against the wall. You’ve got to wait. Wait for this weekend when the workers come home. During my cleaning spree in the bathroom, I had discovered the roof outside the window was flat. I’d go to the bathroom in the night and slide outside.
Soon. I picked up the dog pads, pushing them back against the wall. Soon you’ll be home.
Swift footsteps moved down the hall. I lay sprawled on the floor as Ilume came swarming in like a pissed off queen bee. Slamming the door, she marched to her bed, not sparing me a glance. I stared at the ceiling. Two could play at the silent-treatment game. I would’ve won, too.
If she hadn’t have started tearing her clothes off.
What the—? Ilume stood by her bed, yanking her jean shorts off. Her t-shirt lay crumpled on the mattress, splattered with grease and cooking stains.
I stared. I couldn’t help it. The girl had more curves than a coke bottle, only slimmer, like the girls who are modeled beside the Hollister boys. No wonder Rex picked her. Her underwear only covered half her behind, with a matching bra that gave her the boobs of a Victoria Secret model.
Seeing my eyes glued to her, Ilume bared her teeth and snarled. Wadding her shorts up, she launched them through the air. They slapped me in the face. “You are such an idiot !” she raged. “Ugh! Do you realize how much crap I’m taking for protecting you?”
“You know,” I started, pulling the shorts off my face. I looked at them, her otherworldly smell clinging to every thread. “Rex aside, can I say something?”
Her nostrils flared as she strode to the dresser. Pulling on a tank top dress, she dared, “Go ahead. Be my guest.”
“Okay. Well, if I didn’t know you could turn into a ravenous animal and tear my intestines out with your teeth,” I paused, suppressing a smirk, “your temper would be totally kinky right now.”
I imagined her in a pool of Jell-O. Strawberry Jell-O, my favorite.
She blinked at me.
The last thing I remember was getting booted into the hall, all thoughts of Jell-O and lingerie shoveled from my mind.
“Ah, Ilume, come on!” I called, banging on the door. I twisted the knob. It was locked. “Seriously, how am I supposed to argue with you when you’re trotting around in lace and push-up pads? That’s not fair!”
No answer.
I groaned. Sliding down against the wall, I wondered which bedroom belonged to Rex. Stupid, stupid, Jared. So what if she had looked utterly delicious? My lack of self-control had just cost me my protection. I was open prey, a rabbit out of its hole. Rex would kill me for sure if I stayed out here.
“Ilume,” I called again, tone softer. “I’m sorry, okay? Will you open the door?”
“Go away, Jared.” Her voice sounded muffled, far away.
I tried to talk her into at least letting me grab my stuff. It was a lost cause—the lock never clicked, and the door never opened. I wondered if the house roof came close to her balcony. I
“Nothing.” Rex brushed pieces of porcelain off his hands, not even bleeding. “Food is a privilege in this household. We earn what we eat. When he learns to appreciate that fact—”
“Good God ! You’re a real piece of work, you know that—”
“Ilume,” I butted in. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not hungry anyway.”
Rex huffed. Ilume stared at me, fury written on her face. Collecting herself, she motioned toward the stairs. “Go,” she said, like I was her pet. “Now. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Fine.” I stood up.
Rex hawk-eyed me. The way he fidgeted as I went by, I knew his claws were itching to come out and slice me open. I didn’t look at him because, seriously, another word out of that waste of fur and somebody was meeting God tonight.
I slammed Ilume’s bedroom door shut, giving my bed a good kick. The dog pads spun across the floor. I was sick of this place and the freak that owned it. It might’ve been day one, but I was ready to go home.
Time and place. I slumped against the wall. You’ve got to wait. Wait for this weekend when the workers come home. During my cleaning spree in the bathroom, I had discovered the roof outside the window was flat. I’d go to the bathroom in the night and slide outside.
Soon. I picked up the dog pads, pushing them back against the wall. Soon you’ll be home.
Swift footsteps moved down the hall. I lay sprawled on the floor as Ilume came swarming in like a pissed off queen bee. Slamming the door, she marched to her bed, not sparing me a glance. I stared at the ceiling. Two could play at the silent-treatment game. I would’ve won, too.
If she hadn’t have started tearing her clothes off.
What the—? Ilume stood by her bed, yanking her jean shorts off. Her t-shirt lay crumpled on the mattress, splattered with grease and cooking stains.
I stared. I couldn’t help it. The girl had more curves than a coke bottle, only slimmer, like the girls who are modeled beside the Hollister boys. No wonder Rex picked her. Her underwear only covered half her behind, with a matching bra that gave her the boobs of a Victoria Secret model.
Seeing my eyes glued to her, Ilume bared her teeth and snarled. Wadding her shorts up, she launched them through the air. They slapped me in the face. “You are such an idiot !” she raged. “Ugh! Do you realize how much crap I’m taking for protecting you?”
“You know,” I started, pulling the shorts off my face. I looked at them, her otherworldly smell clinging to every thread. “Rex aside, can I say something?”
Her nostrils flared as she strode to the dresser. Pulling on a tank top dress, she dared, “Go ahead. Be my guest.”
“Okay. Well, if I didn’t know you could turn into a ravenous animal and tear my intestines out with your teeth,” I paused, suppressing a smirk, “your temper would be totally kinky right now.”
I imagined her in a pool of Jell-O. Strawberry Jell-O, my favorite.
She blinked at me.
The last thing I remember was getting booted into the hall, all thoughts of Jell-O and lingerie shoveled from my mind.
“Ah, Ilume, come on!” I called, banging on the door. I twisted the knob. It was locked. “Seriously, how am I supposed to argue with you when you’re trotting around in lace and push-up pads? That’s not fair!”
No answer.
I groaned. Sliding down against the wall, I wondered which bedroom belonged to Rex. Stupid, stupid, Jared. So what if she had looked utterly delicious? My lack of self-control had just cost me my protection. I was open prey, a rabbit out of its hole. Rex would kill me for sure if I stayed out here.
“Ilume,” I called again, tone softer. “I’m sorry, okay? Will you open the door?”
“Go away, Jared.” Her voice sounded muffled, far away.
I tried to talk her into at least letting me grab my stuff. It was a lost cause—the lock never clicked, and the door never opened. I wondered if the house roof came close to her balcony. I
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