Lexi enjoyed the water pressure of the shower against her sunburnt back. She washed away the stickiness from her hair, chest and shoulders, still amazed by the size of his load. 'And the first squirt hit the ceiling,' she thought. Her neck stung as she rubbed soap into her broken flesh, but instead of wincing, she smiled. It would leave a good mark, one she could gaze at and be reminded of him, safe in the secret knowledge that he owned her. Once she was clean, she pulled her dirty clothes back on which felt a tad redundant. "Can I borrow some underwear?" she asked him. "Yes, but it won't fit you," he said, frowning as he searched through his drawers for a tighter pair. He threw a purple pair at her head and watched as she bent to put them on. "Okay... that look is a lot hotter than I expected," he said. 

By the time Lexi reached the park she'd worked herself up to the point where she felt physically sick. Would this guy really call the police? And what did he want from her? Would he blackmail her for money? Sex? These questions swirled around in her brain unanswered until they left her dizzy and worn, tired of trying to understand the motives of the creepy teenager. The heat wasn't helping the situation either. Peaking at over thirty degrees, it had been the hottest day of the summer so far, and they were only partway through the month of May. Lexi stuck to the shade provided by the row of trees. Little flecks of pink and white blossom were just beginning to fall, gathering in the cracks of the uneven paving stones that led up to the grassy field of the park.  A couple of mothers braved the play park to the left, armed with sunhats, glasses and coconut-scented sunscreen. She smiled as a little b

The words knocked the wind out her chest.  'His dad never abused him. That means we beat up an innocent man,' Lexi thought. She tried to tell herself there was no way for her to know that at the time, but the excuse was a lame one. Even Dexter checked to make certain his 'victims' had committed the crime he was sentencing them to death for. 'We were drunk,' Lexi thought, another subpar attempt to alleviate her guilt. She stared dully, watching as he gathered more flies to add to the gastronomic delight that awaited his poor father. One buzzed in his hand, barely clinging to life before he dumped it in with the others. Its wings twitched for a second before the motion caused the broth to swallow it up like quicksand. "Why?" she whispered. He glanced at her. "Why did I lie?" "Yes, that... and why are you doi

Lexi took her make-up brush and applied a thick layer of foundation over her concealer. The greenish hue was still visible but shouldn't be obvious to anyone who didn't know to look for it.   It had been a couple of days and Edward hadn't contacted her. Her hope was he'd done with her. Moved on to tormenting some other poor soul. It wasn't likely, but stranger things had happened.   'I can dream.' Lexi sighed.   Since it was another scorching hot day, Lexi selected one of her skimpier outfits—a short playsuit with no back. She'd yet to find an excuse to wear it, despite loving it when she'd found it on sale at her favourite store.   After tottering down the stairs in her heels she almost fell as Sam stepped out of the living room at the most unfortunate moment.   "Sorry," he muttered before looking her up and down. "What are you so dressed up for?"  

Sitting on the wall opposite the corner shop, Sam kicked his heels against the brickwork in quiet rhythm as he enjoyed his second cigarette of the morning. He was making so many ‘spur of the moment’ trips to the shop that Mum had started to get suspicious. This was the reason he'd re-taken up skateboarding, just to use as an excuse to leave the house.  'A pretty clever ruse if I do say so myself,' he thought with a smile. He was still smiling when Angelica and Kaycie turned the corner. Angelica favoured him with a dirty look and spun her face away so fast her stupid ponytail almost whipped her friend across the face. Kaycie glanced up at him, made a face he couldn't read and looked down.  Kayley's words replayed in his brain—'That girl fancies you.' He took the last drag of his cigarette while the girls were inside the shop and flicked th