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stpoken tension, the festive alimengkara of the pool party momentally for
“Is it not?” Lazar smiled back, he eyes, dark and predatory.
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twisting his lips,” for her?”
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“Oh no, Lazit,” I said mockingly, my voice dripping with arcam Fm actually here for you”
“Elena“” beard a familiar, slightly shined voice shout from behind me. The fively manic seemed to have suddenly faded, and all the entire paol area had pone strangely quiet, all eyes how fued en nur little standoff.
turned to find it, finally alerted to the shift in atmosphere, walking unsteadily towards us, a confused frown etched on
– me, Lazar, and then Mielle, who remained hidden behind me: Water dripped from his swim trunks, and
courtesy of a recent dip in the pool, his earlier flotation device now abandoned.
“Dmitri” I said simply, my voice cool and controlled, offering a terse reply to his unspoken question.
“What are you doing here, Elena?” He frowned. Then, his brow furrowed further in realization. “Aren’t you suppose internship?” He asked, and I wanted to scoff out loud.
“I’m here because I wanted to join the party. Dmitri Why? Am I not invited to your little soir?
다
I don’t think I had ever acted with such brazenness in our entire relationship. I had always been the more reserved, the more cautious one.
Then he frowned, a hint of annoyance creeping into his expression. “Weren’t you the one who told me, quite clearly I might add, to stay the hell away from you. Elena?” He said, and I could tell he was making a conscious effort to push down his rising anger. I offered him a sweet, inuocere smile in retur Then, his gaze flicked back to Melle, lingering on her, and he stiffened, his initial confusion hardening into suspicion.
He moved closer, his eyes narrowing, his posture becoming subtly aggressive. “You what’re you doing here?” He asked, his voice laced with a barely concealed hostility, it was only when he moved closer that the distinct smell of alcohol watted off him, stronger than i had initially noticed. Although, niko what I might have expected from his usual drunken antics, he didn’t visibly appear too ineducated, his movements still relatively coordinated
I patted Mulle’s hand reassuringly, offering a silent gesture of support. I then gently pushed her slightly to the side, positioning myself directly between her and Dmitri. I moved forward, reaching out to grab Dmitri’s arm, my fingers digging into his flesh. Pulling han slightly towards me, ibited my head, my gaze locking with his “Shouldn’t you be a little more interested in me right now, Dmitri?” I asked, my voice a low, seductive pur
Thankfully, with it becoming obvious to the other partygoers around the pool that there wasn’t a fight about to break out, most of them started to reburn to their own conversations and activities, albeit with a noticeable increase in hushed whispers and furtive glances in our direction.
I didn’t care about their rubbernecking My was solely on Dmitr
1 pulled him along, away from Lazar and the now awkwardly standing partygoers. And Dmitrijust as I had fully expected, didn’t protest in the slightest. Not an ounce of self respect did he possess, apparently.
Even after everythin
sad said to him, he was following me like some lovesick puppy, blindly and without question. It made you question exactly easy it had been for him to cheat on me. Maybe it hadn’t even been a single isolated incident, but a pattern of betrayal that I had been too naive or too trusting to ever uncovýr.
I didn’t feel the sharp pang of heartbreak that might have once accompanied such a realization. Just a profound sense of disgust, a bitter taste of
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disillusionment.
We made our way through the crowded house, heading towards one of the smaller, less frequented side rooms, I could sense Mieties presence jun behind us, opened the door to the room, a small study with heavy velvet curtains drawn against the night, pulled Dmitri inside, and then immediately let go of his arm. His confused expression immediately shifted to something harder, more wary, when I stapped back, quickly pulled
and then shut the door firmly behind us, audibly locking it. The click of the lock seemed to echo in the sudden silence of the room.
into the room,
“What the hell are you doing, Elena?” He asked, his eyes darting nervously from me to the locked door, then back to Melle, who stood huddled near the wall, he gaze fixed on the floor. I simply raised an eyebrow, a silent question in return,
“Trying to get you alone, Dimitri,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is it really not obvious yet?”
“What is this about, Elena” Davitri asked, taking a step closer, his Initial confusion hardening into suspicion. I held up a hand, palm out, effectively stopping him in his tracks, I couldn’t conceal my disgust airy longer.
“This, Dmitri, sneered, my voice low and dangerous, “is about you once again fucking things up for other people” He paused, his steps laltering, and then his gaze narrowed, settling on Mielle, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “is this about what happened at Lazar’s party? Didn’t we already decideit was just a spur of the moment thing? None of us told anyone what happened, Mielle,” he added, his tone condescending, as if he had done her some great favor by keeping her trauma a secret. I scoffed, the sound bitter and humorless.
““We decided?” I repeated, my voice incredulous. “Who exactly is the “we you’re referring to Dmitri? Because I can assure you, Mielle here sure as hell didn’t think it was just a ‘spur–of-the–moment thing”
He stopped forward again, his anger beginning to surface, and I didn’t back down, pushing firmly against his chest to keep him physically separated from
“You weren’t even there, Elenal We were all drunk! it happens at parties. Why are you making such a big deal out of absolutely nothing, huh?” He questioned, his doce rising in frustration, and I heard Mielle behind me let out a small, choked sniffle.
“It is a big deal, Dmitri,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, but filled with a profound sadness and a quiet strength that made my heart clench.
Dmitri scoffed dismissively. “So what? You lost your virginity? What do you want me to do, Mille? Marry you?” He asked, the words dripping with cruel indifference. I wanted to punch him, to wipe that smug look off his face, but I forced myself to remain somewhat composed, at least for a few more
moments.
Clenching my fists to keep myself from lashing out physically, I grabbed the collar of his open still wet shirt, pulling him closer so that our faces were inches apart. “Who else was there that night besides you and Larar, Dmitri?” I asked, my voice low and menacing. He frowned, trying to pull away. “Why the hell does it even matter, Elena?!”
“Because it FUCKING DOES, Dmitri!” I hissed, my grip tightening on his collar. “Not everyone in this world is a whore like you! Now tell me, damn it, who else fucking touched her that night?!” He looked down at my hand gripping his collar.
It was… it was only me and Lazar,” he said, his jaw clenching tightly.
Mielle, who had been sent until now, shook her head slowly, her gaze still fixed on the floor. “There were… other people there!”
“Yeah, but no one fucking touched you, Mille! They were just…watching can you stop being so dramatic–I couldn’t hold buck any longer. The dam of my anger finally broke, and my hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face, the sharp crack echoing in the small room.
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knows exactly
He seemed stunned, his head snapping to the side at the force of the blow. I sneered, my eyes burning with righteous fury. “You know exactly what it means to initiate sex with a person who is drunk to the point of incapacitation, Dmitri. It means rapel You and Lazar raped her just ‘watched‘ are just as disgusting. And don’t you dare try to pin this on her or the alcohol, Dmitri. If there’s anyone in this wa how well you can handle your alcohol, it’s me.” Ibaid, my voice trembling with rage. He recovered quickly, his hand flying up to his stinging cheek, and he grabbed my arm, shoving me backwards with a surprising force.
I stumbled, catching myself on the edge of a nearby table before it fell, refusing to show him even a hint of apprehension or fear.
“Don’t you fucking go there, Elenal” He said, pointing a trembling finger at me, his face contorted with anger. Then he turned his fury towards Mielle, who flinched at his sudden shift in aggression. “And you! Why the hell did you even come to that party if you wanted to be some kind of saintly incept? As a matter of fact, why the fuck are you even here right now?” He took a menacing step towards Mielle, and reacted instantly, grabbing his arm again
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before he could reach her, pulling him back with all my strength.
“Because she’s fucking pregnant, Dmit” I said, the words hanging
in the air like a thunderclap.
He froze, his angry expression dissolving into one of utter shock and disbelief as he slowly turned his head to look at me, then hack at Miette, his mys wide with dawning comprehension.
