‘You’re beautiful,’ the masked man whispers into my neck.
Although his lips are not accessible, hidden behind a white skull mask with an obnoxious crown incorporated on top, I can feel his touch as if there was nothing between us.
I moan as he palms my ass, the callouses on his hands causing a fluttering feeling to overtake me.
A kick at the sole of my shoe has me pausing.
That’s odd.
My feet are on the ground how would—
Another kick at my boot has my eyes shooting open on an instant and Luna’s joking voice meets my ears.
‘Isla, you’re having another one of your sex dreams.’
Giggles fill the room and I groan, covering my eyes with my forearm.
Where some people might be embarrassed by this exact situation, I am not. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time that this has happened, nor is it the second. In fact, with the increasing number of times these sex dreams have plagued me, I’d hazard a guess that they won't be stopping anytime soon.
‘Pregnancy has you horny, girl,’ Luna continues, not phased at all. ‘We need to find you a friend or something before you combust.’
‘Shut up, Luna.’ Elizabeth scolds from beside me.
Liz is sitting upright against the classroom wall. Equations scattered around her fiery auburn hair and twin bushy red brows arched into her signature scowl.
‘Alright, Liz,’ Luna drawls. ‘No need to be so uptight. We all know Isla’s got a naughty side because… well,’ she motions to my stomach.
‘You’re hardly the Virgin Mary, Luna.’ Amelia points out from the doorway, wispy strands of her dark hair escaping from her plait.
‘Exactly why I’m notjudging. I’m pointing out the obvious so that we canhelp.’
‘And how are you going to help, Luna?’ I ask, amused by this whole situation.
‘Well…’ she shuffles on her feet. ‘I hadn’t got that far in my thinking.’ Her wide, cheeky grin is enough to have us all laughing at her.
‘Nice one, Loons. Really the brain box,’ I call out.
She holds her hands up in mock surrender. ‘Hey, I never said I was the solutions gal, that’s all Fauna.’
I feel my wide grin drop and Luna’s does in return as she takes in my expression.
‘She’ll be fine, Isla. Fauna is a badass and she’s just scoping out the area for any supplies.’
‘Supplies for me,’ I grumble, still feeling uneasy and irritated about my best friend doing this alone.
Before we realised I was pregnant Fauna and I used to do all of the runs together. Something I am now starting to regret because it has made the rest of the group out of practice.
I look around at the woman with me, noting which ones are missing for the watch shift. A shift that they have become all too comfortable with doing, and so have lost the confidence to go out on any supply runs. I don’t blame them; I understand that this life isn’t one they chose, nor is it one they were happy to accept roles in. So when the opportunity came around for them to do the easier jobs, they happily took them.
But now Fauna absolutely refuses to let me come with her on any new scouting missions, stating she does not know the level of risk she is putting me in, and so my frustration with the others' inaction has started to rise.
Liz had wanted to go with Fauna, but she refused that offer as well, claiming that she trusts Liz most with my life and knows that if anything were to happen, if any danger was to come to the door, Liz would be the most experienced to get me to safety.
So Fauna is out there, alone in a new city with one of the most notorious groups roaming around skinning and nailing people to walls. All whilst I sit here waiting like a spare part.
I begin to ruminate on when I’d first heard of the notorious gang of masked men who inhabit Glasgow. It was that crazy psycho bitch who had dropped that bomb on us as we had slowly made our way north. When she’d ranted and raved to us about “the horror of The Skulls”, I’d almost vomited. Not from fear of a bunch of jumped-up wannabe gangsters, but because I alreadyknew them. I had slept with one. Not only that but I was fucking pregnant with one of those psycho’s babies. I was freaked the fuck out and hardly spoke to the girls for the rest of the journey to Glasgow. Even now, I mentally shy away at the implications of what it could mean for our group if I am spotted by him whilst we work our way through Glasgow.
Would he come after me? Would he take my baby from me? Would he kill me… Kill us?
