Our Broken Pieces - M.E. Clayton Page 0,32

tits morphed into Mystic’s. Every pussy I had sunk into was a joke until I imagined it was Mystic’s.

My dick may have had its share of pussy, but in my mind, I’ve only ever fucked Mystic Anderson. The trick had been to remember that it was all just a fantasy. Had I really, genuinely, believed these women to be Mystic, I would have torn them apart.

The day I’d gone looking for Mystic and Margot had told me she was gone, I had lost my shit. And no matter what I had threatened, Margot wouldn’t tell me anything more. She wouldn’t tell me where Mystic had gone or why. I never thought I’d want to kill anyone other than my father, but that day, I had wanted to wrap my hands around Margot’s neck and snuff the life out of her. After all, with every word, she had been killing me. And Chance had been no better, which only proved that teenage dick really was a slave to willing pussy.

The nail in the coffin had been when I had gone to Mystic’s house and her father had told me she was gone and that she had gone willingly. At first, I hadn’t believed him because there’s no way Mystic would have left me. I believed, at the time, our love and need for each other had transcended everything and everyone else.

Boy, had I been fucking wrong.

Her dad had explained, in excruciating detail, that Mystic had been communicating with a fashion design blogger and had convinced Mystic that she would mentor her. All Mystic had to do was move and register for an elite fashion program.

It had all sounded like bullshit at first because Mystic was never a fashionista. She never cared about fitting in or keeping up with the latest styles. And why wouldn’t Margot just tell me that? Granted, it could have been because Margot knew I’d go after her, but still. I never would have denied Mystic a future. I’d just denied her a future that hadn’t include me.

It hadn’t been until her mother had come out and handed me a letter, written to me by Mystic, that the truth of their words had vibrated in my head.

Mystic had left.

She had really gone, and no one was going to help me find her. They’d all been on her side, and I’d had no tools to fight for her with.

It had taken me two weeks of absolute emptiness before I had blocked her from ever contacting me again. I had also blocked Chance and Margot and had barely made it through the rest of the school year without killing someone. It hadn’t been until I let for college that I felt I could finally breathe again.

My father had never asked what was wrong. And when my mother did, I told her the truth. I had told her I was in love with Mystic and she had upped and left me. My mom had tried to see me through those dark days, but nothing had worked. She had finally let me handle it my way, and that was distancing myself from fucking everything and everyone.

And I never did read that fucking letter.

Chapter 19

Mystic~

Instincts were real.

They were real, and when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you shouldn’t ignore that shit. Instincts, literally, could mean the difference between life and death.

So, when I got a calendar pop-up, first thing Monday morning, telling me that I had an impromptu meeting at four this afternoon with Lacey Stevens, my instincts started firing all over the place. Lacey Stevens oversaw our floor and department, and I couldn’t think of anything she’d need to speak with me about. As a matter of fact, I was kicking ass if I did say so, myself. Not only was I on top of my workload, I was taking on anything Reagan threw at me.

I wasn’t so naive to believe she’d be calling me in for employee recognition, though. I’ve only been with CI for a couple of months; there’s no way they’d be looking at me for any kind of promotion. I was at a complete loss until Reagan came hissing into my cubicle.

“Did you open your big mouth?” she snapped lethally but low enough, so only I could hear her.

“What?” While I didn’t want to cause waves, I wasn’t a pushover.

“I’ve been called for a meeting at four with Lacey and you’re included on the email,” she hissed.

Had I missed that?

I stood up because