The past week had been amazing. Bess could not describe how perfectly she felt in Drystan's arms, even though she refused to tell him so. No, she fully enjoyed the silent understanding they seemed to have, and will keep her thoughts of how absolutely fantastic she felt when she was with him. Her sister didn't know how their relationship had escalated (again, and again, and again), nor did her brother, whom Bess told everything, and certainly not Dexter or any of her other friends. Bess enjoyed having this all to themselves, and hoped it lasted for some time.
Except of course Chester lived to ruin her life.
She'd smiled at the arm around her waist before she was turned and saw that it was Chester. Bess sucked in a deep breath and felt her heart begin to shake inside her chest. Her horrified expression didn't leave her as he began to sway and move and---she couldn't breath. Bess had not been this close to Chester since...the painful memories from the day of Sadie's kidnapping quickly resurfaced. The poor memory charm he'd thrown on her, all it did was intensify the terrible memories and Bess felt tears strike her eyes immediately.
"You need to---stop," she forced out, shivering in near terror as Chester pulled and grew even closer. Oh God she could feel him on every inch of her body. Bess struggled to pull away, but all it did was make her feel him even more; she could pass out right now, from the way her heart was ready to explode. "Please," she said, knowing she'd hate herself later for it.
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