“No one?” Come on, that had to strike him as a little strange.
“Star called him a slimy twat once.” He gave a quick shrug. “But she calls everyone a twat. Unless it’s my old man. She prefers cunt when it comes to him.”
Can’t say I disagree with her there.
“Why? You think he’s the one that fucked up Harper?”
“Maybe?” It would make sense, I suppose. It had to be someone close to Harper. Someone that she’d lie for. “Could be Sean?”
“I don’t know.” He shook his head. “Sean’s a dick, but he was always on your ass for picking on her. Way too protective, if you ask me.”
“Yeah, but her old man is‘super daddy’. Always beaming and doting on his little princess.”
I wonder what he’d do if I fucked her in front of him?
Silas pointed at me. “That’s true.”
We both stopped and tipped our heads as Harper rounded the corner. My eyes immediately zeroed in on her, rolling over the white blouse and skirt bouncing off her legs, before she ducked into the bathroom.
Ignoring the girl had become an impossibility. It didn’t matter if she was in the near vicinity, or sitting right next to me. In point two seconds I’d memorized everything about her.
The accessories she wore, what color her nails were painted, and how her hair flowed down her back. Last Thursday at 2:43 she smelled like the cinnamon buns she’d baked in home economics. And the Tuesday before that she had a blue bow holding back the right side of her hair. Know what I didn’t know? Who gave her the fucking bruises.
“Looks like someone’s upset,” Silas said, while nodding at the bathroom door.
Yeah, I saw the tears in her eyes.Aw, was Freckles having a bad day?
She had no idea what a bad day was. Not yet, anyways.
“Here’s a question.” He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “Say one of them did do it?”
“Okay.”
“What else have they done to her?”
That made me eye him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if someone’s willing to beat on her, what’s stopping them from…”
He didn’t need to finish talking for me to get where he was going.
“You don’t think…”
His shoulder lifted to his head in a quick shrug. “Why not?”
Suddenly all I could see was red. Beating on her alone warranted a slow and painful death, but if anyone went near her pussy… that was my shit to taint.
“She better damn well still be a virgin!”
“What if she’s not?” Silas asked.
The look I gave him said it all. Preston Whitley himself wouldn’t be able to pull off the sadistic shit I was ready to do. My hands were balled so tight my nails were piercing my palms.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins as images of hands grabbing flesh filled my mind. Hands that had no business touching her smooth skin. Did she like being caressed? Did she ask for more? Did she cry?
“Fuck this,” I grumbled and marched down the hall.
“Where are you going?”
