"Sarah, I didn't tell you this before..." I said quietly as I pulled my pants back up and zipped them, the sound sharp in the quiet council room. My hands were still shaky, fingers fumbling a little on the zipper.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Sarah frowned, looking up at me from where she sat on the carpet, leaning back against the coffee table. Her blouse was still slightly unbuttoned from earlier, the top of her purple lace bra peeking out, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
"It's just..." I hesitated, throat tight. I wasn't sure if I should tell her about Mike's blog. The Vault, the videos, Aunt Marie riding him, the way he wrote about "taming" women like it was a game. If I told her, it would drag her into this mess too. But she'd already seen Rose on the rooftop. She already knew too much.
"Alex, you can tell me..." she said gently, reaching out to place her warm hands on my knees. Her fingers squeezed lightly. The touch was comforting, grounding, even as my pulse raced.
"You know I'd never betray you. I'm not like Rose." Her words hit hard. I looked down at her—kneeling there, eyes earnest and shimmering, making her look vulnerable in a way she rarely showed.
"I... I've always loved you." she whispered, looking down shyly. Her voice trembled just a little, fingers tightening on my knees.
"Ever since we were kids. You were always so kind, so... you. I just never said anything because of Rose. But now..."
"..." I didn't know what to say. Her confession felt genuine, heavy, and it made my own face flush hot. The guilt twisted deeper, Sarah here, offering herself, while Rose... Rose was up on that rooftop with Mike.
"Ahem...! Tell me."She cleared her throat, cheeks still pink, and looked up again. She said, trying to sound firm but failing to hide the nervousness in her voice.
"Rose is my cousin too. She's always been my rival in everything. I want to know why she did this—to betray her childhood friend like that." Her eyes hardened, serious now.
"I'll never forgive that scum Mike. He's been getting on my nerves from the beginning."
"Let's do it together." She reached out her hand to me, palm up, fingers open.
I stared at it for a second. My chest felt tight, torn between everything but I couldn't do this alone anymore.
"Alright," I said finally, voice low.
"I'll tell you. But promise me you won't tell anyone about this." I took her hand. Her fingers closed around mine, warm and steady. I stood up from the couch, pulling her up with me. She rose smoothly, body close. The contact sent another small spark through me, but I pushed it down.
"I promise. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out together." she said, squeezing my hand once. Her eyes were serious, determined.
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I told her everything about Mike's blog—how I'd stumbled on it, the way it detailed everything he did, the photos, the videos, the sick way he described "taming" women like it was a game. I started from Aunt Marie and how I'd seen her riding him that first time. My voice stayed low, shaking a little as I explained how helpless I felt, how I wanted to help her but didn't know how. Then I told her about the parts where he wrote about Rose—how he'd broken into her room, forced her to to be his girlfriend, groped her, kissed her while she tried to resist at first. But she was saved by Aunt Marie. I didn't hold back. She needed to know.
Sarah's face went pale as I spoke. Her eyes widened, mouth opening slightly in shock. When I finished, she stared at me for a long second, like she couldn't process it all.
"What? Really? Her mom too...?" she whispered, voice barely audible. Her hands clenched into fists on her lap, knuckles turning white.
"Yeah. I thought of helping her, but I didn't know how. And now this..." I said, I felt disappointed myself.
"So what happened then? Did he write about Rose after that?" She asked, leaning forward.
"I don't know, I didn't get the chance to read more after that. Everything just... happened so fast." I admitted, looking down at the floor.
"Are you stupid? This was so important! You should've told me earlier. We could've done something about this, anything!" she snapped, but there was no real anger, just frustration and worry.
"Ouch!" She pinched my arm hard, a little angry and playful at the same time. Her nails dug in just enough to sting, and I winced, rubbing the spot where she'd grabbed me.
She huffed, crossing her arms under her chest, which only pushed her breasts up higher in her blouse. The fabric stretched tight, the faint outline of her bra visible through the white material.
"Show me, we can read it now." Sarah said, her voice low but insistent.
"Now? Here?" I replied, glancing around the council room. The place was still empty, but the thought of opening Mike's blog with her so close felt wrong.
"Yeah, what's the problem? There's still time before the bell rings." she asked, tilting her head.
I hesitated for a second, thumb hovering over my phone screen. I pulled out my phone and opened the site where Mike posted those blogs. The familiar dark interface loaded up, the Vault logo staring back at me like an old enemy.
Sarah slipped closer on the couch, her shoulder pressing against mine as she leaned in to see the screen better. Her body was warm, her blouse brushed my arm, the soft curve of her breast grazing my elbow as she adjusted to get a better view. I could feel her breathing quicken slightly, her chest rising and falling faster against me.
To be continued...
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