That mother fucking arsehole.
“Ready when you are.” Jamie appears to my left, but I don’t acknowledge her. I’m too busy glaring at the three pieces of shit who all stand in the doorway.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” The words come out in a deep growl, teeth grinding so hard that I’m focusing on that rather than doing the thing I really, really want to do.
Punch him, punch him, punch him.
With every beat of my heart, my inner voice is screaming at me to hurt him. With every blink, I can see the blood-shot eyes of Lucy. Every beat of the music has an undertone of her sobbing.
Fucking sobbing in my arms because of what this piece of shit did to her.
I knew these guys were arseholes. I knew these guys skated along the edge of right and wrong.
What I’d never expected from them was making the Year 11 girls suck their cocks for an invitation to their mother fucking party.
Jamie senses the tension, looks between us all, and grabs my bicep, which flexes under my t-shirt. I’ve started working out more, I’ve started getting stronger. I’ve started to learn how to fight.
To protect myself, to protect Lucy.
I thought it would be from our foster father, not my fucking classmates.
But I will protect her, like I promised.
Red descends and I explode.
My fist balls up and I launch myself into the three of them.
29
Kara - Present
“Peoplerarelyhavethetalk straight after sex. Was it that bad?”
He smiles and shakes his head. “You know that’s not the case.”
He stands, holding his hand out to me.
“I’m not sure I can move yet; my legs are like jelly.”
He raises one eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving into a slow, self-satisfied grin.
“Don’t look so smug with yourself.”
I grab his hand, and as he pulls me up, liquid pools between my legs. Our chests meet, and he reaches between us, his fingers moving between my legs where he runs his hand through the come.
“I’ve missed your cunt.”
“When did you get such a filthy mouth on you? I can’t remember you being so uncouth.”
“It’s called growing up, Cookie.”
I tilt my head back on a moan, my hands going to his shoulder for support as his fingers delve in deeper. “This isn’t talking,” I say breathlessly.
“Talking is for idiots.”
My eyes roll back, arm dropping to his waist, my head flops forward onto his shoulder as I start to undulate my hips against him.
“No. No.” I push back and pull myself away from him. “You’re right.”
