“To find out if she’s still a virgin,” I snarled back at Silas.
Some guy in the hall cocked his brow at me.
I responded with a loud, “You got a fucking problem?”
He shook his head and took off the other way. Good choice. If he’d have stuck around I might’ve beat the hell out of him for fun. Harper better pray she still had a goddamn hymen, cause if she didn’t, all bets were off. I wouldn’t just kill the motherfucker, I’d skin him alive. And make her watch.
Fueled by my boiling blood, I lifted my foot and kicked the door open. It flew forward, slapping off the door and sending a resounding clang around the room. Two girls standing in front of the mirrors shrieked and sprang back. Harper wasn’t with them. I did hear a squeak come from the back stall, however.
A light clink drew my attention to a tube of lipstick rolling across the floor. It trickled over the white tiles and tapped against the red toe of a heeled shoe. What the fuck were these two bitches still doing here? Did they think this was show time?
“Get the fuck out!” I snarled at their wide eyes.
Did I give a shit about the dirty looks they gave me? No. They could fuck right off and deal with their precious female needs somewhere else. I didn’t even bother to give them a side glance.
One of them muttered, “Asshole,” as they scuttled past.
“Blow me,” I grumbled back, before closing and locking the door.
Wouldn’t want anyone coming in here to interrupt us. I rolled my glare back to the closed stall in the back corner. Harper hadn’t so much as peeped since I first came in.
She wasn’t doing herself any favors by playing possum. The longer I stood there, the more vivid the images in my mind became. Pawing hands, masculine grunts and groans mingling with the sweet sound of quiet whimpers and pleas. My whimpers and pleas.
“God damnit!” I threw my fist into the wall. “Get the fuck out here, Freckles.”
My heart thumped, shooting spurts of anger through my veins as I waited for movement to come from the other side of the room.
The door remained closed.
No shuffle, whimper, or squeak came my way. The only thing I could hear was a few soft ticks as drops of blood slid down my knuckles and landed on the floor.
The only thing that stopped me from storming over there and dragging her ass out was the rage burning through my system. When I was in this kind of mood, the only thing I wanted to do was destroy things. And while I did want to destroy Harper, I wasn’t about to take my anger out on a defenceless little girl. Unlike the prick she was protecting.
Calm down, Mason. You need to get control of yourself.
I forced my fists to relax, and blew out a long breath while leaning my shoulder against the wall.
“You don’t want me to come in there after you.”
She and I had been here before. In fact, this was the very same bathroom I’d cornered her in on prom, but I wasn’t picturing someone else stealing her tears that night.If one single delicious drop of misery was taken…
Nope, not going there. You’re not even sure if anything happened.
But what if it did?
“Fuck,” I grumbled, and gritted my teeth against the thoughts rolling around in my head. “You don’t want to fuck with me right now, Freckles. Get the fuck out here!”
Still nothing. I did hear her moving around though.
Alright, have it your way.
I shrugged and pushed off the wall. Looked like I was going in. Which was exactly what I did. A fraction of a second later, I’d forced the door open and prepared to drag her out.
Then I froze.
Harper was seated on the closed toilet lid, gawking up at me with wide eyes, but my eyes were stuck on the thin line of red rolling down her thigh.
“What the fuck is that?”
