and haven’t returned to school.
I only reply to Lucy, telling her I have a doctor’s appointment.
Hopefully she believes it and asks the others to leave me alone.
I’m about to exit Instagram when a new message pops up on my screen. The username is Cloud003. I click on it out of curiosity then gasp.
Cloud003: Do you want to know who bound you like a slut?
My heartbeat picks up as I read and re-read the message. Is this the person who did it?
I scroll up and find other messages from the same user.
The first one he sent was two years ago.
Cloud003: I enjoyed your pussy tonight. Happy Halloween.
Cloud003: By the way, that mask you wore was such a lousy disguise. I obviously know who you are.
Reina-Ellis: What makes you think I don’t know who you are too?
Cloud003: Doubtful. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have opened your legs for me so readily. You wouldn’t have come that hard on my cock. Admit it—you like the thrill of the unknown.
Reina-Ellis: So do you.
Cloud003: But I already know who you are, my slut. Are you my slut, Reina?
Reina-Ellis: I am.
Cloud003: Only my slut?
Reina-Ellis: Only yours.
I gawk at the messages. That can’t be possible. I would never call myself a slut.
Besides, who the hell is this guy?
I click on his profile. It’s set on private and there’s no profile picture. He has zero followers and follows two accounts, but I can’t see what they are.
Dammit.
I go back to the exchange between us.
After that exchange, there was a message from me.
Reina-Ellis: Can we meet?
Cloud003: That’s not how it works, Reina. Repeat it and say it right this time.
Reina-Ellis: Can we meet, please?
Cloud003: I love it when you beg, but no, I’m not interested in you outside the unknown.
Reina-Ellis: But you already know who I am.
Cloud003: Exactly.
Reina-Ellis: You’re a jerk.
Cloud003: One whose cock you rode all night.
Reina-Ellis: Screw you. I’m not talking to you anymore.
No more messages came from him until a year later, last fall, in October.
Cloud003: I knew you would change your mind, my slut.
Reina-Ellis: I didn’t.
Cloud003: Then why did you come to the same Halloween party dressed in the same kitten mask?
Reina-Ellis: I didn’t come to this party because of you.
Cloud003: Is that why you keep watching me from across the room when you think I’m not looking?
Reina-Ellis: Fuck you.
Cloud003: I would rather fuck you.
Cloud003: Get your ass to the same room in five minutes. When I walk in there, I want you fully naked on your back, your legs spread wide apart. Don’t turn on any lights or I’ll go.
Cloud003: Leave the mask and the heels on.
Reina-Ellis: What makes you think I want to fuck you?
Cloud003: Four minutes, Reina.
Reina-Ellis: Jerk.
Cloud003: One who’ll be fucking that tight pussy all night.
A day later, there’s a message from me.
Reina-Ellis: You still don’t want to meet?
Cloud003: No.
Reina-Ellis: Why not?
Cloud003: Don’t you have a fiancé?
Reina-Ellis: He doesn’t matter. I’m your slut, remember?
Cloud003: And that’s all you’ll ever be. Don’t ask for more or you’ll regret it. See you next year.
I stare at the words as if I’m learning to read. The evidence of my infidelity stares back at me with ugly, disgusting words.
What the hell have I done?
No more messages were exchanged between Cloud003 and me until a day before my accident.
Reina-Ellis: I won’t meet you again.
Cloud003: Nice try, my slut.
Reina-Ellis: I mean it. I’m turning the page and you chose not to be part of it. I know you’re blocking any feelings you have for me and I understand. I probably should’ve done the same. I’m sorry and goodbye.
He didn’t reply. The only other message is the one I just received.
How does he know I was bound to the roof last night? My first knee-jerk reaction is to ask him if he’s the one who did it.
I stop myself at the last second. He could be a psycho. Scratch that, he’s most likely a psycho.
It’s better not to engage with them. Besides, I clearly told him goodbye.
My heart somersaults in my chest as my screen lights up with another message.
Cloud003: Be careful, my slut. Someone is after your life. I’d hate to see those beautiful eyes vacant.
I lean back in my seat and watch her rosy cheeks through the camera.
The way she bites her lower lip as she stares at the phone.
The way her slender body straightens, her tits straining against her cotton T-shirt.
She’s beautiful and she knows it.
Maybe that’s why she chose to be a bitch queen.
I reach for my dick and readjust it.
Blackwood will soon have another tragedy.
Reina