Chapter 119 BLACKMAILED
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
I clenched my fist against the steering wheel of my car and tried to focus on my deep breaths instead of the taste of bile in my mouth. I was parked in a spot a bit far from the school’s parking lot, my car hidden by the trees with wide-spread branches.
I didn’t want to go in there, to face them all and act like their comments wouldn’t get to me. Before I’d drifted to a dreamless sleep, I’d surfed the internet, and as I suspected, it was much worse than before. Everyone thought I was a two-timing whore. The names they called me in the comment section, the way everyone had different think pieces on me and who I am, even though none of them even fucking know me personally.
My skin crawled at the thought of having to face them all with my head high, even though all I wanted to do was run and hide in a small hole. Lucien would have been the perfect anchor to steady me against all this, but he had to be somewhere.
I clutched the note he’d left on the bedside table of my room, which I’d found when I awoke this morning.
Don’t think too much, baby. I’ll take care of it, promise-L.
I should have felt relieved, and I did, but at the same time, I felt a great sense of dread, because I knew Lucien was spiralling. The revelation my mother dropped last night still felt fresh, and if I knew the man I loved, everything could get screwed in no royal way.
And Killian, being the first object of his rage, made me scared.
“Come on, Sloane. You can do it!” I said into the silent car, before turning off the ignition, and hopping out. Before I could even take a step away, I heard his voice..
“Hey, Sloane. Did you miss me?”
Killian.
I could hear the smile and condescension dripping from his voice, and it made me almost tip over with rage. He might as well have almost ruined my life, and he has the audacity to fucking show his face in front of me?
After he betrayed Lucien, his supposed best friend??
I spun around on my heel and faced him square on with a calm expression, even though I was livid. “You have a lot of nerve, you know that? You think it’s wise to appear in front of me after what you did?” His response was a smirk, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to grab the shard of a glass and strike it across his face.
If it meant that he would stop fucking smiling, I would fucking do it.
“Baby.”
“Do not call me that!” I yelled, dropping my hands to my side. He and I barely ever exchanged a few words together ever since I started school here, and started going out with Luicien. How on earth could he feel so comfortable with calling me such an endearment?!
“Why are you pretending?” He asked, a frown on his face like he was really confused about my reaction. “Why do you still act like we’re not together? Like, we haven’t been together for over a year now? I know you had to be with Lucien because you were bored, but I swear it now, I’m here, and I’ll be better.”
This crazy bastard.
I winced in frustration and rubbed the sides of my head to relieve myself before I screamed like a banshee for bloody murder. “You piece of shit,” I muttered, but it was loud enough for him to hear it. “ What the hell are you even on about?”
“Sloane….why are you doing this?” He asked, looking all innocent, but I caught that malicious glint in his eyes. He knew what the fuck he was doing.
“Doing what?”
“Pretending we’re not in love. We love each other. You told me you loved me when we were on the rooftop the other day. It was after you and Lucien had an argument, and you swore to be with me no matter what.”
I looked around in bewilderment before turning back to stare at him. “I must be fucking dreaming. This is a dream.” I chuckled and scoffed, proceeding to pinch myself so I would wake up.
But no matter how many times I pinched myself, I still didn’t wake up from this horrible nightmare.
“What the hell is this, Jumanji?” I scoffed. “You’re out of your mind, Killian. You’ve lost your goddamn mind, you bastard!”
“Don’t speak to me like that, Sloane. He said, his tone suddenly turning deadly as he advanced on me. “I have had it with you acting like this. You and I are meant to be, not you and Lucien.” He said, spitting my boyfriend’s name out like it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Killian, stay back. Do not come near me.” I said, trying to conceal the fear in my voice as my eyes zeroed in on his feet, and the way they moved slowly, but almost predatorily, towards me.
I swear if this fucker even attempts any bullshit, his future kids are gonna feel it…that’s if he’s ever gonna have any once I’m fucking done with him.
“Sloane, you and I…we’re soulmates.” He said with a sick, dreamy smile on his face. It was just them that I took in the sight of his face. There were so many bruises littered across them. He had a slightly black eye, but I could tell that there was much more under the powder he’d used to conceal it.
My mind reverted to the sight of Lucien’s busted knuckles last night; the ones I’d cleaned for him before I fell asleep.
Did Lucien….?
“If you come any closer to me, I swear, I’ll fuck you up.”
“Sloane, if you do not cooperate with me, I’ll do so much more than falsifying photos and outing you across the internet.” He threatened, but I wasn’t fazed. He couldn’t do shit.
I scoffed and said, “Go ahead, do whatever the hell you want. You have no evidence anyway, but if you think you and I will ever be anything more than mutual fucking enemies, you’re so fucking dreaming, you demented demon.”
He smiled like I’d just told a joke, and looked around with the wild, crazy look in his eyes. All of a sudden, he closes the distance between us, trapping me in his hold as he grabs my upper arms. His fingers dig into my flesh harshly, and he pushes his face into mine so I catch a whiff of the alcohol laced heroin on his tongue.
He was drunk and high?
Shit!
“If you do not do exactly as I command, I’ll expose this to the world. You can thank Matt for the fucking video.” He said, and pulled his phone out.
The second he hit play, my blood ran cold at the sight before me. It was that video!
Lucien and I were at the spot where he filmed him going down on me. The image of me moaning, my pussy fully on display as Lucien buried his head between my thighs stares back at me, the sound of my screams filling the silent, secluded parking lot.
“Now, will you break up with Lucien, or should I let the world see how much of a slut you really are?”