EroticReverie

Cherlynn

Maddox and I stayed in bed till the early afternoon then we got ready, got dressed and went out to lunch. Somehow, Maddox was transforming in front of me, and I wondered if it was too good to be true. If it was all going to blow up in my face , like things did with Hunter. Like my cell phone had currently been doing all day with ominous threats from my stalker. 

After lunch we'd gone shopping, Maddox bought a few shirts, and we made out in the dressing room of a small boutique, his fingers inside of me, fingering me against the mirror as he kissed my neck , telling me how good I looked in the dress I'd tried on. 

The woman who was running the boutique gave a knowing look, but being close to our age just ignored the obvious flush of my cheeks when Maddox came out grinning, slapping the sundress on the counter, telling her "WE're definitely taking it." 

For the first time in a long time I felt normal. Felt like the girl I longed to be all throughout highschool. I had a...boyfriend? A master? I had..A Maddox. 

We went for frozen yogurt where Maddox watched me take each bite, somehow finding me eating frozen yogurt too stimulating because he groaned when I licked the last bit from my spoon. 

Once back at the house and inside, he dropped our bags and then as he promised on the way home he fucked me against the wall till I came on his dick, then filled me with cum. 

After coming back from the bathroom and cleaning myself, I find Maddox looking at his phone scowling. 

No. Not his phone. Mine. My phone. Shit.

"Who the hell is this?" he asks lifting his face from the screen. 

I walk over and I go to grab the phone. 

"why are you looking at my phone?" I ask. 

"Cause I can, who the fuck is this messaging you this shit?" he asks and I sigh, giving on grabbing my phone when lifts it up and away. 

"Maddox, just, drop it." I say as I go to reach for my phone. 

"Drop it?" he asks and his lips tighten. 

"You want me to drop it, when some random number is messaging you calling you shit and making threats against you, against us?" he asks. 

"What?" I ask and I shake my head. "What do you mean us?" 

He lowers the phone and hands it to me, and I look at it. 

I ignored my phone all day. I had over twenty messages waiting. All from my stalker. 

I swallow when I read the threats again the three of them.

"I...I don't know who it is." I say.

"What do you mean you don't know who it is Cherlynn?" Maddox asks snatching the phone back. 

"You're mine. You will be mine again. They don't love you like I do." he reads off one of the message. 

"Who the fuck is this?" he asks. 

"I dont know!" I yell. "It's a fucking stalker!" 

Maddox's brows pinch. 

"Excuse me?" he asks. 

"You have a fucking stalker, and didnt fucking think to tell us? To tell ME?" he says, clearly offended. 

"Well it's not like you I could trust any of you when I got here! You might have all but dangled me like bait for whoever that is to come and get me, and hand me over just to fucking watch me suffer!" I yell and snatch my phone back.

"You dont get to yell at me for not telling you, I was going to...I just...I was hoping it would stop." I say and look down and Maddox grabs my chin and lifts it. 

"Nobody fucks with you but us." he says. 

"Nobody touches what's mine." he says.

"When did this start?" he asks. 

I shrug. 

"Cherry.." he says, his voice clearly not patient at all. 

"I....I did cam work for a little while." I say and his eyes widen.

"You what now?" he asks. 

"I needed money...I wanted my OWN money...and it was the easiest fucking way to get it. But...then this guy...was just...creepy...so I stopped, even though he was the one giving me most of the money I was making." I say. 

"I didnt give him my number, I don't know how he got it, I dont even know his name." I say. 

"What the fuck Cherry?" he asks and I look at him. 

"It's why I came here. I  wasn't sure...but...I figured...if anyone was scary enough to keep whoever it was away...it would be you three... I wasnt sure...but I'd just hoped that you'd all...keep me safe...even if was to turture me on your own. I figured cruelty at the hands of you three, was better than ending up as someones skin suit." I say.

"Jesus." he says and runs a hand through his hair.

"Does anyone else know about this?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"We have to tell Zane.....AND...Hunter." he says.

My brows pop. "Hunter? He won't care.He hates me." 

Maddox sighs. 

"Hunter hates himself. Not you." Maddox says and pulls out his phone, firing off texts to I assume Hunter and Zane. Almost immediately his phone is being blown up and then rings. 

I can hear Zane's voice over the line as Maddox tells him we're at home, I hear Zane say he's on the way.

"It's probably nothing, probably just a troll or something." I say. 

"This person saw you and Hunter? On the cam?" he asks, clearly having scrolled through a lot of the messages.

I shrug. "I guess so." 

A door slams up stairs and heavy foot steps immediately follow and I screech and jump and Maddox pulls me to him. 

"Maddox!" We hear Hunter's voice and I immediately sigh with relief, placing a hand over my chest, thankful it's only my worst enemy, and not a fucking stakler in the house. 

Hunter rounds the corner of the steps and stops and looks at me. My chest hurts, and his eye is still black and blue, his lip still busted and he has a bandage holding the gash in his brow together.

I don't know why, but I have the strongest urge to run to him. To make him hold me, to make him promise to keep me safe. Even though I already had Maddox telling me that. 

"Who the fuck is this guy?" he asks me. 

I shake my head. "I don't know." 

"Where else has he been messaging you?" hunter asks. 

"Just my phone." I say.

"What about when you were doing cam work?" Maddox asks.

"What?" Hunter asks and I feel my cheeks heat. 

"Don't act like you give a shit when you made me a fucking porn star for the fucking entire student body." I bite out and he walks over and holds out his hand. 

"give me your phone." he growls. I feel my nostrils flare, but I hand it over. 

I didnt understand Hunter. Why the fuck did he care? Only HE was allowed to make my life hell apparently. 

"Get me your fucking laptop." Hunter says and I take a breath and then walk upstairs to get my laptop, and open my bed room door. 

My scream has both of them running up the stairs.

They barge in Maddox and Hunter both pushing me back and out of the way and looking all around. Their heads stopping when they look at my bed. I don't know if it's blood on the wall above my bed, but in something red, the word whore is dripping down my walls, my pillows are slashed, my sheets and my blanket, feathers everywhere, and a large knife planted in the middle of my mattress, sticking out of it. 

Hunter picks up a small note. 

"You might have been their whore first. But you will be mine last." Hunter say and tosses the note back on the bed, all of us just surveying the destruction of my bed. The bed Maddox and I had sex in all morning. 

"How...how did they...when...." I whisper and Maddox looks to me, grabbing me and pulling me to him and I wrap my arms around him and look away from my bed and bury my face in his chest. 

"Check the cameras." Maddox tells Hunter and Hunter nods, then sees me in Maddox's arms and I just look at him, he inhales and then walks out of the bedroom and Maddox strokes my hair. 

"Let get out of here" he says and takes me out of the bedroom and cups my face once were in the hall and he lifts my chin. 

"Nobody is touching you...you understand me...don't fucking be scared...nobody is going to hurt you." he says. 

"Over my dead fucking body." he says. 

I didn't want to say it...but...that's exactly what I was afraid of. 

Who was crazier? The stalker..or the three guys who made their fun by torturing me for years?