“Hey, you can’t talk to her like that!” Sim growls and takes a step forward, which has me immediately yanking him back behind me. As much as I appreciate him sticking up for me, I’m a big girl, and can handle a douche like my stepfather.
“Shut the fuck up, Melfort, or I’ll do you a favor and put you out of your misery,” Cross’s body tenses, as he squares his shoulders and directs his attention to Sim, ready for a fight.
“Both of you, shut the fuck up,” I snap at them, my chest tightening at the hurt look Sim gives me, before I direct my wrath back at Gerald.
"You should maybe impart that same wisdom on your whore of a son. He pulls out his disgusting cock for anybody to suck, regardless of who’s watching. As for respect, he has none for anyone." I raise a disgruntled eyebrow, refusing to back down, and hear my mother make a choking sound behind Gerald. Sim, for his part, cracks the wickedest grin at my words, and I feel relieved that he isn’t still upset, when he directs it at me. The tension in his body told me he was ready to throw hands, at the first sign of aggression toward me, from either my stepfather or stepbrother, and a part of me is relieved to have him here with me, at my back, even if I can fight my own battles.
"My son's cock is not what we are discussing here, Olivia," Gerald growls.
"Yeah, but it should be. Perhaps we should talk about the fact that he and his friends like to force girls into sexual acts inpublic, or better yet, that he drugs girls and chases them naked through the woods, in some fucked up game of chase?" I take two steps forward, motioning for Sim to remain where he is, while I confront my stepfather, who dares to think I will cower at his feet. "The better question, Daddy, is why does he think he can get away with stuff like that, hmmm? Is that what you've taught him a real man behaves like?"
My mother gasps with terror as Cross lunges toward me, his face a mask of rage, and Gerald places himself between his son and me, while Sim readies himself to throw his fist to defend me. I grab Sim and force him toward the doorway, prepared to get the hell out of there, now that I've stirred the pot and rattled the hornets.
"This isn't over, slut! You've made a big fucking mistake, violent little psycho!" Cross spews as I give him the finger, after delivering my mom one last disappointed look before walking out with Sim, dismay settling in the pit of my stomach like a cement block, that she would choose this man she barely knows, over her own daughter.
"Explain yourself, boy! What the fuck is she talking about?" Gerald demands, his voice thunderous as I grab my school bag that Sim somehow found at school, and push Sim out into the driveway, slamming the door behind us.
I received a text from an unknown number less than an hour later, with a warning that made me snort out loud, knowing it had to be from my unhinged stepbrother, and that he was furious. Maybe daddy gave him a spanking, or better yet, put a leash on that motherfucker.
Watch your back, Violent Little Psycho, this is not over by a long shot. I'm going to fuck you raw, before I bury you in a hole where no one can find you.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, knowing full well there's nothing I can do about it all now. Gerald will probably renege on his deal to pay for tuition, and honestly, I wouldn't even be surprised if he kicked me out of the house, and all my shit was packed in boxes on the lawn. I have a little money left, but it won't be enough to cover staying somewhere for long, never mind paying Soule's high cost. I need to escalate my plan, just in case I'm no longer able to attend classes. I grab the burner phone from my bag, and slip into an alcove between two of the school's stone buildings.Here goes nothing.
I pull up the school newspaper's social media account, and DM them, from my fake account, a photo of a much younger Professor Jacob Rawdon, with a rolled-up bill against his nose, being used to snort coke from some girl's abdomen. His hand is groping her exposed breast, and she looks intoxicated and entirely out of it. There are other frat guys clearly in the background, cheering him on, and if you zoom in on the photo, you can see the logo of the frat house in the corner on a hideous plaque. Do I care that I’m putting those other guys on blast too, and possibly ruining their lives? Not in the fucking slightest. They were all too happy watching that abuse go down, so it’s time to fuck around and find out. It's amazing what you can find when you know where to look, and have money to pay for what people have stashed on their phones. It took me years to track down people who had been at that party with Cheyanne and me. I had to win three fights just to afford the photo, but right now it's priceless to me.
I tag the image'Distinguished professor or sleazy rapist creep? You decide?'I send it off, and for good measure, I screenshot what I've sent, and anonymously forward it to the Dean's email, and the school's sexual assault support group too. I'm sorry that I'm hurting and doxing the girl in the photo. I don't know who she is, but she's a victim just like Cheyanne and me. I just hope one day she can forgive me for doing what I have to do to take down this monster.
Just one more item to push into motion, so that I can begin to enjoy my revenge against that monster. I send a message to one of my underground fighting contacts, confirming it's go time on my request; his cousin puts up billboards, and I've paid a hefty sum to have one with Rawdon's face, and the words'Rapist Scum'placed overnight, right across from the entrance to Soule University. There will be no escaping his fate, or hiding his dirty deeds now. By this time tomorrow, the whole campus, and town, will know him for what he truly is. I can't wait to watch Rawdon attempt to explain his way out of this one. The walls are going to crumble all around Jacob Rawdon, and when he tries to flee like the rat he is, I'll be there with a cage, waiting to trap him.
I merge with student traffic, a bright, satisfied smile traversing my lips as I head in the direction of my coffee treat. This day started with orgasms, Cross tried his best to ruin it, and now it's looking up again. Shit, I might even treat myself to a muffin and a cookie while I'm at it. I walk into the loud, rowdy cafe, and some asshole bumps me so hard I almost crash into a garbage bin, my bag slipping off my shoulder. "Watch it, slut, or you'll end up in the trash where you belong." His friend high-fives him as they both walk away.What the fuck?
I have to force myself to not go after him and react with violence, as I catch two bitches recording me with their phones and laughing. Alarms blare through my head with a warning; this smells like something Cross and his friends would try topull. Is he trying to get me kicked out of school, or is this Gerald's plan, so he doesn't have to pay my tuition? I force myself to shrug it off, even though everything in me wants to break that guy's arm. I take a few steps to the left, and some random guy I've never seen before spits in my direction, missing me by mere inches. "What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole?!" I growl as my fist clenches at my side.
"I thought whores like you like to be sopping wet and spit on, reminds you of home, doesn't it, cumdumpster?" The guy laughs like a hyena, and a few of the girls near him chuckle along.
Breathe. Just breathe. They want to provoke a reaction from you. This is some fucked up way to get rid of you, don't give them what they want. Be smarter than they are, Olly.
"Your nasty spit might be too good for her, Jerry. I hear she likes to slum it, and lets everyone ride her like a used bicycle. All holes are open for the Springhill train express, no need for a ticket, you ride for free and bareback," a bright, feminine voice calls from the parting crowd, and I get a glance of collagen Barbie, sitting on River's lap, as he kisses down her neck and she fake giggles.God give me strength not to strangle a fake ass bitch who's decided to test me.
I spy the other two sitting at the same table, with other women hanging off them like half-naked ornaments. Damon's practically sucking the life out of some girl's face, which tracks with him being a damn vampire, while Cross stares at me, with hate etched on his striking features, as some girl tries her best to keep his attention on her. Annoyance and exhaustion fill me equally. What the hell is this? These idiots think that bullying me is going to make me cry, and what, run away? Really, a few nasty names, and some spit thrown at me, are going to pierce my armor? Haven't they realized yet that I'm made of stronger shit than that? I've been through so much already in my short life, trauma they've added to, that they couldn't even possibly beginto understand, never mind survive intact. These games they're playing with me won't work. I'm not that girl.
I watch as River lifts his bright green gaze, meeting mine, his hands trailing all over collagen Barbie's legs and abdomen, while she leans completely into him as if he belongs to her. His expression is a mix of anger, threat, and provocation for me to act. "I've had a piece of her, so have Damon and Cross. She's nothing special, just a loose, used-up pussy, nothing like your tight one, Ava." River forces her lips to meet his, and for a moment, I feel a sharp pang of pain in my chest. How could he say those things about me, when just yesterday he was begging me to say that I was his? I knew he was a liar and a manipulator, that there was nothing real ever between us, and now I'm just even more furious that I didn't break his face yesterday. He pulls away and meets my gaze once again, his eyes daring me to deny his accusation. "She's nothing, no one, and she's going to remain that way."
"You're right, bro, she's trash, sucks cock like a crack whore, though. If you've got a twenty handy, she'll make you see stars," Damon chuckles, as he forces the girl he's kissing to straddle his lap, while he fondles her ass for the whole cafe to see. He won't meet my gaze, but that doesn't matter. He can talk shit all he wants, he's still covered in the last beating I gave him. A few guys around us snicker and throw twenties at me, and they land on the ground at my feet. I can feel myself closing in on the breaking point of my control, even as I hear my old coach in my head, telling me to restrain myself, and hold my ground.Don't do it, Olly. You're better than this.
The thing is, I don't know if I am better than this, especially with what these assholes have put me through. I want to be petty and violent. I want to bring them down a peg or two in front of their worshippers, to show them that they're mere mortals, andnot gods. One thing is for sure, they want to play games, and that's fine, because I'm about to change the rules on them.
River breaks from another kiss, and Barbie stares back at me with satisfaction clearly painted across her pretty features. It's a shame, really. This girl is gorgeous, at least on the outside, but she's allowing herself to be used by these assholes. I wonder if she truly realizes that they don't give a shit about her; she's just a chess piece they move on a board when they need to. It makes me angry on her behalf, even though right now she's being catty and offensive. Whatever happened to girl power, and sticking up for your fellow sisters against toxic masculinity? I guess that disappears when you want to be theQueen Baround here. I can't honestly even fault her; she's doing what she needs to do to get ahead, and maybe keep herself safe. I'm sure she's seen firsthand what happens when you're prey with these three.
"Hey,Georgina, we don't do catty shit like that to other women, this is 2025." I smirk as she gets off River's lap and stalks closer, feeling brave from the support of the guys, and the crowd.Oh, baby girl, you're about to learn I don't need to hit you to make you fall on your ass.
"My name is Ava, bitch, not Georgina!" Her hands land on her shapely hips as she stares daggers at me. It's almost too easy. I can see the fake confidence, but underneath it is uneasiness. I'm sure she's heard the stories about how I react with violence, and if she hasn't, the bruises all over Damon paint a pretty graphic picture. It makes me admire her a little more, the fact that she's worked up the nerve to approach me, and not stand behind Cross, River, and Damon's demented shoulders.
I take a step closer, and to my delight, she continues to stand her ground. My hand strikes out quick before she can pull away, and my fingers wrap around her swan-like neck, applying subtle pressure, as her tantalizing scent greets my nose. "I know, pretty girl." I pull her closer, and Ava flinches like I'm going to hit her.Instead, I press my luck and dart my face against hers until I can see the deep flecks of gunmetal in her stunning blue eyes, and I use my tongue to lick at her sealed lips. Fuck, her lip gloss tastes like strawberries, and suddenly I'm ravenous. Ava gasps in my tight grasp, and I take full advantage of her by slipping my tongue inside of her mouth and kissing her hard, while my other hand grips her tresses and pulls her sexy body flush against mine, until she's chest to chest with me and her warmth is sinking into me.
The crowd around us disappears as I deepen this kiss, and after a few seconds, her tongue meets mine, stroking and lashing at each other, as she makes mewling sounds that I'm positive she's not even aware she's making. Her hand rises, cradling my face gently, and the other grasps my bicep, holding me close to her, as if she can't get enough.There we go, pretty girl, that's all you needed, a little attention from the right person to make you purr.
I pull back with regret, and give her one last kiss on her swollen lips. Her eyes are dilated as they meet mine, and she's got such a charming rose blush rising on her complexion. "Girlie, I'm never going to fight you over those three losers, especially when I know I can make you cum harder and longer than any of them can. Keep that in mind, pretty girl, and hit me up if you're lonely.”
