Page 7 of Save Me

This is what happens when you are a bitch, Beth. Learn to control your mouth!

“Don’t worry, babe,” Casey eventually interrupts the dude mid-rant, “I have an idea to get back at her for you. You’re going to need to take your cock out though.”

Oh, holy fuck! What on earth are they planning on doing to me? And who the hell talks about getting one’s ‘cock’ out so flippantly?

A panic sets in, but my body still refuses to uncurl itself or move in any way, so I remain paralyzed in a state of shock. I can no longer comprehend what they’re saying out there. All I can hear is the deafening thumping of my heartbeat between my ears. My blood pressure has suddenly hit sky high and all I am left with is a loud, pitched ringing through my head.

Why can’t I bloody move?!

The door creaks open again, shedding light inside of my cupboard and making my eyelids turn bright red while they remain firmly closed. My heart beats even faster, but seeing as my body refuses to play ball, all I can do is continue to pretend I’m asleep. I can only hope my body will wake its sorry backside up if the pervert damn well tries to touch me.

My whole body tenses up when I hear a cacophony of whispering and giggling, followed by the artificial sound of a photograph being taken on a phone. A few seconds of shuffling later and the door is slammed shut again, casting a comforting blackness all around me. Only once the sound of their laughter fades away, do I allow myself to let out a sigh of relief. However, I know something just happened, and whatever it was, isn’t good. Not fucking good at all!

The morning sun wakes me, but I can tell it’s still relatively early. Like every morning, the memories of everything wrong with my life all slowly filter back into place, and my momentary liberation from it all is instantly taken away from me. I don’t remember falling back to sleep after the intrusion last night, but now that I do, a heavy feeling drops inside of my stomach. The sound of someone’s phone taking a picture echoes through my ears and has me jumping up with a determination to find Casey’s room so I can wipe whatever horrifying image she took of me last night.

Thankfully, the stairs are silent when I mount them with careful, forceful footsteps, and I thank the fates above that there are no creaky floorboards beneath them. The corridor at the top of the staircase is less than helpful, however, as there are literally a dozen doors to choose from. I have no idea where princess bitch queen is residing, so have to tentatively try each one until I reach hers. By the time I reach the last ominous door at the end of the hotel-like hallway, I think I’ve actually stopped breathing.

Upon reaching this last room, which it bloody well would be, I pull my hair up into a loose bun, ridiculously thinking this is somehow going to improve my chances of breaking in. All I have to do is retrieve her beloved phone, wipe off any offending images, then sneak back out again. All without waking a single person.

The door opens to reveal something that looks like the backstage of a supermodel catwalk show. It’s practically covered in overpriced clothes, cosmetics, framed photographs of her and her friends, and there’s a large, king-size bed in the middle of the room. On one side of the glamorous, silver satin sheets, Casey’s dark hair is splayed out across the pillow, with her body securely wrapped up inside of the fabric. On the other, Kyle’s hulking great body lies, fully naked, and revealing a very muscular physique. It’s too bad he comes across as a pig because I’ll admit, he is rather attractive.

With the amount of girly crap in here, I begin to desperately filter through her stuff to try and find what is sure to be the latest iPhone. As I should have guessed, it’s sitting on top of her bedside cabinet, easily within reach of her hand should some bitch brigade emergency pop up. I know I’m being judgmental, but on first impressions, she hasn’t exactly enamored my opinion of her.

I reach out for it, sucking in my lip and bracing myself for the first contact like the damn thing is going to burn my fingertips. As soon as I have hold of it, I step back to try and find the home screen, which I manage to do without a password. I’m initially surprised but it does look practically brand new, so I count myself beyond lucky. Finally, karma is working in my favor.

Heading straight to the pictures and ignoring the first few, which are extremely revealing and can only be a snapshot of their nightly activities, I find the one I’m looking for. The one that involves me in that awful broom cupboard. My mouth drops open in horror as I take it all in - me huddled in a ball with a rather large, erect, penis pointing towards my face. I can’t help it, the shock of seeing it has me gasping out loud with a strange noise escaping from my mouth. Alas, this only has the sleeping couple waking up with instant reflexes that have them looking straight over at me.

“What the fuck are you doing, you thieving bitch?!” Casey shrieks at me as though I’m trying to kidnap her newborn baby. “Give me back my phone!”

“Wh-wh-what’s going on, babe?” Kyle mumbles with a voice that betrays how much he drank and smoked last night. I bet his breath is enough to make paint peel. Not only that, but he’s also revealing his morning wood along with his giant, hairy balls.

“Oh my God!” I gasp again while pointing at the offending appendage, which apparently shared the same breathing space as me last night.

The next thing I know, a hand from behind grabs hold of my wrist, which is still holding onto the phone of grossness. It pulls with so much force I yelp and turn around to see a tall, dark, and extremely attractive guy with the most model-like physique you’ve ever seen. His muscles flex under his inked biceps, similar to the tribal patterns that decorate Bodhi’s arms. His chest comes dangerously close to my face when he reaches over to rip the phone out of my hand.

Shit! I didn’t even get a chance to wipe the photo!

The hulk of a man doesn’t even bother to look at the offensive, vile picture. Instead, he throws it straight over to a now, very smug-looking Casey. She peeks at the photo, then smiles at me while biting her lip in glee with what she knows she has over me. Home-schooling is definitely looking like the best way forward!

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my sister’s room?!” the new guy growls out with threat lacing each and every word.

“Ok, this looks bad…” I begin trying to explain, flustering with my hands through my mass of locks, “but, but, but-”

“I think it’s time you get out of our house,” he orders before coming over and shoving his face right up in front of mine. “We don’t take kindly to filthy little thieves!”

Casey laughs hysterically while I whither under his arsehole glare. God, this is humiliating! Dad is going to kill me if this gets out, not to mention my last year at school will be even more miserable than it was looking before all of this penis-in-my-face situation. The events of the last few months begin to bubble through my head, and with the underwear model still glaring at me like I’m some sort of sick pervert, I begin to see red. In fact, I rip my hand out of his grip and turn back toward Casey with pure derision written all over my face.

“Fine!” I sneer with my eyes narrowed into angry slits. “Send it out if you like, I’m fresh out of fucks to give, so do your worst. You won’t achieve getting a rise out of me!”

I shove past her equally arsehole brother and practically run the hell out of there, not letting the burn of oncoming tears fall past my eyelashes. I grab my bag with what’s left of my dignity, and burst out the front door, hoping to never lay eyes on this insidious house again. The air hits me like I’m getting oxygen for the first time after having drowned in a fog of humiliation and anxiety. With angry footsteps, I take out my phone and call Annie. She’s always up at the butt-crack of dawn, making breakfast for Bodhi while he rides the early morning waves.

“Hey, chickadee!” she beams with the sound of sizzling food filling the air in the background.

“Annie, you would not believe what the hell just happened to me!” I blurt out without even saying hello.

“Oh goody, the next installment of Beth’s American dramas!” she giggles, and I roll my eyes over her usual reaction to my emergencies. Make it light-hearted and humorous! Still, it’s one of the main reasons Bodhi and I love her so much.

Xander

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