Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 31: Her House

Chapter 31: Her House

-Kathrine Andrews: (Okay by Chase Atlantic)

After leaving the janitor’s room, I made my way down the toilets, feeling invincible.

The video was sent, and I could already imagine Glyndon’s reaction when she saw it.

Every trembling moment is captured in perfect detail. I tucked my phone away and kept walking, not caring about the stares I got from students as I passed.

Some girls whispered, and some guys stared, but it didn’t matter. I was on top of the world right now.

As I turned a corner, I noticed a familiar group lingering near the lockers. Alex and his pack of wannabe tough guys.

I sighed inwardly, already bracing myself for whatever nonsense he was about to spit.

He noticed me almost immediately, his gaze narrowing as his friends nudged each other, grinning like hyenas.

"Hey, Andrews," Alex called out, stepping forward with that smug look he always wore. "Still playing dress-up, huh? You know, it’s not Halloween anymore."

He thinks being a lesbian is a phase that wears off later.

He thinks I’m pretending to be lesbian, that Being a lesbian is not real and just some type of costume I can take off... News flash, It’s not.

I stopped in my tracks, tilting my head slightly as I looked at him. The audacity was laughable.

"Oh, Alex," I said, my voice dripping with mockery. "And here I thought you’d run out of recycled insults by now."

One of his friends snickered, but Alex shot him a glare before turning his attention back to me. "You know, it’s funny. You’re always acting so tough, but we all know what you are. Just a freak who doesn’t know her place."

The words were meant to sting, but they didn’t. I crossed my arms, giving him an unimpressed look.

"Right. And your place is what? Following me around like a lost puppy while trying to act intimidating? It’s cute."

His face turned red, and one of his friends chimed in, "You know, maybe if you stopped trying to be something you’re not, people wouldn’t talk about you so much."

I laughed at that, the sound echoing in the hallway. "Oh, trust me, sweetheart. People talk about me because I make them feel something. Unlike you. You’re just background noise."

Alex stepped closer, his fists clenching. "Why don’t you just leave, huh? Nobody wants you here. You’re just a—"

"Careful," I cut him off, my voice dropping. "You’re starting to sound jealous. Is that what this is about, Alex? Are you mad because I know how to satisfy a girl with only one finger better than you ever could with your dick?"

The hallway grew quiet, his friends looking between us awkwardly.

Alex opened his mouth to say something else, but I didn’t give him the chance. "If you’ll excuse me," I said, stepping past him, "I have better things to do than babysit you. Why don’t you use your free time to learn about where the G-spot is in your girlfriend to save her the effort she makes to fake her moans."

As I walked away, I could feel their eyes on me, their silence speaking volumes. I didn’t care.

They were insignificant, just like Alex. I headed to the bathrooms, my smirk returning as I thought about Glyndon.

Let them talk. Let them judge. None of it mattered.

-

When school ended, I was already on my bike, the engine roaring to life as I sped toward home.

My encounter with Alex and his lackeys was just a minor inconvenience, nothing that could dampen the high I was riding.

Glyndon had her classes, her encounters, and her so-called friends.

But I had her on my leash. She could deny it all she wanted, but we both knew the truth.

When I reached home, I greeted my mom in the kitchen, her usual cheery smile greeting me back.

"Hey, Kathrine. How was school?"

"Fine," I replied nonchalantly. After a moment, I added, "A friend of mine is coming over later. Can you let her into my room when she gets here?"

She raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Sure. Who’s the friend?"

"Just someone I’m... working on a project with, Glyndon is her name," I lied smoothly.

"Alright," she said, turning back to her cooking. "Just let me know if you need anything."

"Will do," I said, heading upstairs.

Once in my room, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day.

The rush of the janitor’s room, the adrenaline from my confrontation with Alex, and everything else began to settle, but the thought of Glyndon still burned in my mind.

I grinned to myself as I stepped out, drying off and slipping into something comfortable. I sprawled on my bed, my mind racing with anticipation.

Soon, she’d be here. And when she walked into my room, it’d be fun.

———

- Glyndon Walton: (Song of the Chapter: Haunted by Beyoncé)

After Kathrine left, I stood there in the janitor’s room, frozen in the suffocating darkness.

The air felt heavier than it should, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. I reached for my blouse, trying to fix it, trying to gather myself, but it felt impossible.

The sharp reality of what had just happened hit me like a truck, and worse—she had left me here, standing alone in nothing but my skirt with no underwear.

The breeze brushed against me, a chilling reminder of just how exposed I was.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, the vibration startling me out of my daze.

I pulled it out and saw the notification—a message from an unsaved number.

Her number. My heart sank as I opened it, already knowing it couldn’t be anything good.

It was a video.

My eyes widened in horror as I tapped on it, the screen filling with the scene that had just unfolded moments ago.

There was no blur, no ambiguity—everything was crystal clear.

Kathrine had recorded us. I thought she had just turned the flash on to see, but no. She had been filming.

The realization sent a shockwave through me, my chest tightening as I struggled to breathe.

Before I could even process what I was seeing, another message came through.

’Here’s another reason to come over to my house.’

My stomach twisted, my fingers trembling as I read the words.

Then, almost immediately, another message popped up—a new address. Her address.

I stared at my phone, my thoughts spinning out of control.

What was I supposed to do? Ignore it? Pretend it never happened? But how could I? That video—it was a ticking time bomb in her hands.

I knew Kathrine wasn’t bluffing. I knew exactly what she was capable of, and for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to delete the messages or block her number.

I adjusted my skirt as best as I could, trying to push away the gnawing discomfort of knowing I was walking around like this.

I left the janitor’s room and headed to my next class, my legs moving on autopilot.

My mind was still trapped in that dark, suffocating room, replaying every second of what had happened, of what she’d done.

And then there was the skirt. God, I hated her for taking my panties.

Every step I took reminded me of how vulnerable I felt, and I hated myself even more for letting her do it.

I slipped into my next class, hoping to go unnoticed, but that hope was dashed the moment Alex strolled in with his friends.

He sat down next to me, laughing and talking, as if I cared about whatever nonsense he was going on about.

"Man, you should’ve seen her face," he said, clearly recounting some encounter with Kathrine. "I swear, she thinks she’s untouchable or something. Someone’s gotta take her down a peg."

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t even muster a fake smile. I just nodded absently, pretending to listen while my mind raced.

His words barely registered. All I could think about was the video, the address, and the fact that underneath my skirt, I was completely bare.

-

When school finally ended, Alex offered me a ride home. I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t think of an excuse.

The ride was quiet on my part, though he filled it with endless chatter about nothing that mattered.

"You should stay over," he said when we got to my house. "We can hang out, watch a movie or something."

"I can’t," I replied quickly, trying to sound casual. "I’m really tired. I just want to sleep."

He gave me a look but shrugged it off. "Alright. See you tomorrow, then."

As soon as he drove off, I rushed inside, heading straight to my room.

I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day.

But no matter how much I scrubbed, I couldn’t shake the feeling of Kathrine’s hands on me, her lips, her presence.

Afterward, I threw on some sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, hoping the comfy clothes would give me some semblance of normalcy.

But nothing felt normal. Not anymore.

I headed downstairs, trying to act casual. Clara was there, sitting on the couch, and she looked up as I passed.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To a friend’s house," I replied quickly, not stopping.

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. "Don’t be out too late."

"I won’t," I assured her, grabbing my bag and heading for the door.

Outside, my driver was waiting. I climbed into the car, my heart pounding as I handed him my phone with the address pulled up.

"Take me here," I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

The car started moving, and I stared out the window, my thoughts a tangled mess.

What was I doing? Why was I doing this? But no matter how much I questioned myself, I couldn’t stop. I was going to her house.