"Coffee, if you have it, will be enough. I'm not a big breakfast fan." I take a seat on one of the wooden island stools, and let my eyes trail across the room. Last night, in my panic of grabbing weapons to defend myself, I hadn't paid attention to the kitchen's state in the semi-darkness. The place looks like a bomb went off, with crumbs, half-eaten food on the counters, and various cups and beer bottles lying around.When did they make all this fucking mess?The kitchen for sure didn't look like this before I went to bed.Savagesis too gentle a word to describe them.
"Is my mother or Gerald here?" A part of me hopes my mother is here, so I can question her and express my dissatisfaction, once again, that she has moved us here into a stranger's house without giving me any background information, not that it will change anything, and another part of me hopes I don't have to see her new douche of a husband. The guy gives me the fucking creeps, with his dark, penetrating gaze that always feels like he's dissecting me. The only part of this whole moving situation, and living with a man she knew for a few brief weeks before marrying him, that doesn't make me rage like a toddler deprived of sugar is that it brings me closer to my goal. It's the only reason that, at twenty-two, I agreed to come with her. Well, that and the free tuition thatdouche promised me to complete my degree.Poor chicks can't be choosers, bitch, and those with student loans up to their eyeballs should swallow their pride, and take the offer of help,I remind myself.
"Not to my knowledge, Miss. Mr. Weyburn's vehicle is not in the garage, and I haven't heard any other sounds besides yours." Joffrey places a cup of coffee, sugar, and cream before me, before continuing to mumble as he cleans up the kitchen disaster.
"Heathens?" I question, trying to bring him back to the original subject, as I wrap my hands around the steaming cup of coffee, and let the delicious aroma soothe all of my hackles. I need information on who those three were last night, and why they thought it wise to attempt to frighten me.Who are you kidding, girl? We were shitting our fucking pants, well, if we had pants on,my mind mumbles.
"Ah, well, that would be Cross, your new brother, and River, and Damon, his beastly best friends. The three hellhounds of Soule, Massachusetts. They're very unruly and disobedient fellows. They're also unfortunately prone to destroying everything, and everyone, they come into contact with. A horrific plague on humanity if you ask me." His sparkling green eyes meet mine as his lips tilt down in a frown. "If I were you, Miss. I would steer clear of the three of them. They're completely unhinged on a good day. Devil spawns the lot of them, no offense to Mr. Weyburn." With his cryptic warning, he walks out of the kitchen area, mumbling under his breath about what else they probably destroyed while he was away.
I’ve never met Cross; neither one of us attended our parents' very impromptu wedding. In fact, I can't remember seeing a single picture of the guy around here when I moved in. That's strange as fuck, who doesn't have family pictures in a house they're living in, and what happened to Cross' mom? Everythingabout this situation is getting weirder and weirder. What the hell has my mom dragged us into?
I take a deep sip of the fragrant, strong coffee, and get a glimpse out of the corner of my eye at the time displayed on the wall clock.SHIT!I'm going to be late for my first day of college. I have to go right now, and put off the mystery of what the three in the masks look like until later, so I can kick their asses.
CHAPTER 4
OLLY
The large, menacing, gray stone exterior of Soule University makes an imposing impression, as I crane my neck to look up at the gothic structure with its rounded stone parapets, fearsome gargoyles with sharp teeth, massive claws, and stunning stained-glass windows in a variety of jewel-toned colors. I take a few steps forward along the cobblestone path, leaving behind the black wrought iron gates surrounding the school. The aesthetic should be charming and old-worldly, like something out of a movie, but instead, it causes unease to dribble through my limbs, putting me on edge.
Foreboding. That's the word that enters my mind. The school is not what I expected. It's so much more grandiose and sinister than I remember after all these years in the light of day. Then again, it hides the misdeeds and sins of monsters within its depths. A memory of a dark, rainy night begins to rise within my mind, threatening to have me running screaming from this place, but I immediately slam an iron door shut on it. I will not leave here until my task is done. I owe Cheyanne that much. I owe her everything, and not even the destruction and chaos I mean to cause will ever be able to repay her. Death will be akindness compared to what I will inflict. The streets will run red with blood, and screams will be permanently imprinted in the halls of this university.
"Baby girl, you don't need to do this, it's over,"Cheyanne's sweet, gentle voice whispers through my mind, and has me halting in my steps. She's so wrong. It will never be over, not as long as this school remains standing, with its monsters safe inside.
The sounds of a vibrant school fill my ears, helping to push back some of my melancholy at my best friend not being here with me. We always said we would be together forever, facing every step of our lives side by side, but now my side is empty, and she's gone. My throat tightens with the threat of unshed tears, but I refuse to allow a single one to fall.Not yet, not until I'm finally done.
"Let it go, Olly, it's not worth your sanity,"Cheyanne's voice begs, but I know I can't. I won't.
Cackling laughter, male cheers, and catcalls catch my attention and slow my pace, followed by multiple students amassing, in a circle in the courtyard to the side of the main entrance. They're three and four bodies deep, so it's hard to tell what has garnered their attention from my position. Guaranteed, it will be something juvenile. I wonder if they're doing a rush week? Do they even still allow fraternities and sororities at this school? I feel like I should know the answer to that, but since the typical college experience isn't what I'm here for, it never mattered to me to inquire further when I registered for classes. It's not like I'll be joining any of them. There's only one thing on my mind to experience, and it's not something I can learn in any of the lecture halls or garner from school groups. My feet turn in that direction before I can think it through. As I reach the group, I finally determine what some of them are saying.
"Dirty slut."
"Look at how she wants it, fucking whore."
"Show us your tits, baby!"
"I'd tap that while she sucks him, just saying."
What. The. Actual. Fuck.I push through the crowd, throwing elbows in every direction, and stepping purposely on male feet, until they part out of my way. I get a few disgruntled comments and a‘bitch’slurred at me, which automatically earns that idiot a fist to his kidney. My jaw almost hits the cobblestone pavement when I reach the front of the predominantly male audience.Jesus fucking Christ.
In the middle of the circle of bodies, kneeling on the hard, cobbled ground, is a pretty, curly-haired blonde, with tears cascading from her bright, blue eyes. Her face is flushed pink, and her hands are clutched together tightly and imploringly in front of her. Huge sobs wrack her thin, petite frame, causing her whole body to tremble, as her chest rises and falls with labored breaths. "Please, please," she mumbles over and over from quivering lips, to a large male standing in front of her, as a sliver of apprehension slides up my spine.
My eyes move from her to the male, following the lines of his considerable frame, from his large sneaker-covered feet, to his dark blue jeans, up long, parted legs, to a red slim-fit shirt that does absolutely nothing to disguise that underneath, he's stacked with muscle. His thick arms are crossed against a broad chest, with what appears to be impatience and annoyance. My eyes keep rising to a tattooed neck, over a golden tanned complexion, square jawline spattered with a light dusting of dark scruff, to his full, pouty lips most girls would be envious of, and pay good money for, to the darkest brown eyes I have ever seen. They're almost obsidian, and shine with a terrifying, maniacal glee. Dark blond strands, with lowlights of golden blond, top his head and trail over one of his eyes. He's stunning,like the cover of a magazine, or Hollywood swoon-worthy stunning, but he gives off sinister vibes, and alarm bells ring inside my head, warning of peril, and alerting me to a dangerous predator in my presence.
He quirks a dark, unamused eyebrow at the trembling girl cowering before him, and parts his lips to display a set of perfect white teeth. I'm momentarily entranced by how sinfully gorgeous he is, and I lose track of the situation until his words register in my mind. "You want topleaseme, don't you, freshman? What's it going to be? Are you going to do what I've asked here and now, or be thrown to the wolves, and be everyone's cumdumpster?"
"Please..." Her voice is so soft that I almost don't catch her request.
"The wolves, it is,wrong choice, girl. Sucking my cock here and now would have caused you less pain in the long run." I watch with horror as she crawls forward on her knees with desperation, her hands clasped together in beseechment, as more tears and snot slide down her terrified face.
"No, please... please, I'll do it. Please don't."
She reaches out, and her trembling, small fingers undo his pants, sliding down his zipper, and pulling out a long, thick, pierced, veiny cock already dripping with precum. The silver piercings catch the sunlight, glinting off the wet metal, and revealing a double ampallang piercing.Holy fuck.If I wasn't already shocked by what's happening here, the look of his cock would do it. I'm brought back to myself as a terrified whimper leaves the girl, and I hear repugnant snickers around me.
"Get to it, freshman. It's not going to deep-throat itself." He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her light hair, dragging her closer to his massive erection. "If you bite me, or use your teeth, I will make you swallow them. Are we understood?"
I watch stupefied as the girl nods, and opens her mouth wide, and the fucking asshole slams into the back of her throat without mercy, forcing her to gag and choke. The sound is so loud and ragged, even amongst the rancorous noise around me. Pity and loathing fill me simultaneously as she continues to choke, tears smearing her mascara further, and coating her cheeks in disturbing, black, inky lines, as saliva pours from the sides of her mouth.Jesus fuck. He's a psychotic animal.
"That's it,dirty whore, swallow me down like the worthless cock slut you are." He yanks harder on her hair until I fear he's ripping strands entirely out, and a cry of pain escapes her too-full mouth. Her hands are clenched on his upper thighs, her fingers digging into the material of his pants, as he uses her ruthlessly for his own pleasure, with thrust after vicious thrust. His dark eyes narrow on her mouth, watching intently as she struggles. He's not only getting off on her blowing him, but the control he's exerting over her, and her humiliation, here and now, in front of an audience.Someone needs to fucking stop this, that poor girl!
