Page 14 of Vicious Punks
I really liked how it clung to the curve of her ass, I could get behind that. Literally. It’s a shame now that it’s covered in thick coats of something clear and wet looking… is that lube? Whoever took the video better pray that it doesn’t reach Nicky. I send a quick text to Logan, he’ll hunt down who took the video and make sure it’s taken down. Maybe the school needs a reminder of who runs this fucking ship. We live harsh lives so when we see something we want… we don’t wait around to claim it because tomorrow you might have lost that chance as you're lowered six feet under. No regrets and no hesitations. Besides, I’m kind of taking it personally that someone dared to think they could mess with our plaything. That’s my job to make her life miserable.
This whole thing reeks of Paris. She thinks she can do anything without consequences. We gave the word to mess with Tillie, but not without asking for permission first. That’s just how it goes.
Now, where could the little bitch have gone after that show of embarrassment? She wouldn’t dare leave the school without one of us. I pause in the middle of the hall at a thought and quickly turn around, heading towards the gym. She has gym class near the end of the day and I only know this because I went over her schedule, but not in a stalker way. Okay, maybe a little stalkerish, but I’m curious about her too much. I wonder if Logan can transfer us so that at least one of us is in all her classes to keep an eye on her. My dad doesn’t like the sound of her appearing out of the blue at a time when everything in the club business goes to hell with missing shipments. It’s not a coincidence. I take the stairs down to the basketball court and cross the gym with my head down. I’m so lost in thought about tonight's church meeting and having to tighten security around the compound that I didn’t see her until she’s pounding on my chest.
“Help. Help! Help her. Pencil dicks! Shit. Shit!” Nicola hits my pecs repeatedly in her panic, pausing to flick my nose then starts hitting me again as her head tics to the side without her control.
I grasp her shoulders to push her away so I can look her in the eyes, about to tell her to calm the fuck down but the look on her face stops me. Her hair is a mess, messier than usual. Her shirt ripped on her shoulder, hanging off like someone grabbed her.
“Who did this to you?” I bend my head down to make sure she’s only focused on me, asking in my most calm voice to help her get her words out, but I’m seething inside.
Someone is going to die today.
“Not me! Asshats! Save. Little penis. Save her!” She pushes me away, flailing her arms around while her head ticks to the right side with her eyelashes fluttering, and she points towards the girls’ locker room.
Something in my gut tightens, not having a good feeling and everything is telling me I know who’s on the other side of that door.
“Go get Logan. Don’t tell anyone. Especially Nicky or Tey. Second floor, class 202 and hurry the hell up!” She nods her head fast and takes off running towards the stairwell.
“Fuck.” I don’t waste time breaking into a run with my boots pounding on the gym's wooden floor. Swinging open the girls’ locker room door as quietly as I can, the thoughts of murder running through my head.
The moment I’m inside, male laughter reaches my ears and I walk on quiet feet past lockers, deeper into the room towards the showers. Peeking my head around the corner, I see those fucking jock losers on the football team holding someone down on the tiled floor.
“See. What did I tell you guys? She wants it, she’s not even putting up a fight,” Gary, captain of the football team, says on top of the girl who isn’t moving.
I look down at my knuckles, seeing them still shredded to shit from last week's match, but it’s worth it even if I can’t fight this weekend. I debate which one to take out first as I sneak up behind them quietly. Two other guys are holding her down by her arms, but it comes to me easily who should get beat to death first. Gary leans back from on top of the girl, giving me a view which I swear causes a film of red to cover my eyes as rage sets in and locks my muscles up tighter than a bow. Seeing the sunflower dress wrapped around her waist, and her straps torn at her shoulders, I hear this distant echo, a roar that bounces off the walls and that’s when I realize, it’s me.
I rip Gary off her by the back of his collar, sending him flying into the lockers with a bang, and roll my eyes as he passes out so easily. Larry and Stan stare up at me with their mouths gaping open, and turn to look at each other in fear as they release Tillie.
“I-I... it wasn’t-t my idea-a, man!” Larry backs away from Tillie with his hands held up, but I hardly notice as I stare down at Tillie who isn’t moving.
Her head is turned to the side, her chest heaving, and her eyes wide open, but it’s like she’s not even here. The trail of blood on her face sends me over the edge. Larry screams like a little girl and pushes Stan down to the ground as he tries to escape.
“I don’t think so,” I growl at Larry, stepping in his path and punching him in the face just once.
He drops to the ground, knocked out cold, and I turn my murderous gaze toward Stan who wets his pants when our eyes meet. He crawls backwards on his hands, whimpering as he crowds against the wall.
“Dalton. I’ll handle this,” Logan announces from behind me in a deep, angry voice that promises pain.
Lots of pain.
I glance over my shoulder, seeing him standing there with his gaze narrowed on Stan with death in his eyes. I notice the handkerchief in his fist, knowing that blood is about to be spilled. He doesn’t look away from Stan, stepping over Larry, and nodding his head at me without having to say a word. I take a deep breath and turn towards Tillie who still hasn’t moved even though she’s not trapped under their hands anymore.
I approach slowly until my boots are right in front of her face but she doesn’t even blink or acknowledge me. Crouching down, I hesitate for a second but shake it off, as I reach out and grasp the hem of her dress, bringing it back down to cover her thighs. I flick my gaze up to see if she’s about to knock me dead on my ass for touching her, to see that murderous gaze like the other night, but her eyes are wide and staring at nothing... still unblinking. Her mouth is moving fast but I can’t hear what she’s saying. Placing my hands under her knees and one under her shoulder blades, I scoop her up until she’s against my chest. Her head falls onto my shoulder like she’s exhausted, her whole body trembling in what I can only guess is shock. I quickly stand up, clenching her tighter to my chest, and can finally hear what she’s muttering over and over under her breath. The noise of pounding flesh and whimpering echoes behind me, but my complete focus is on the girl in my arms who is lost in her own world.
“Not again. Not again. Not again.” Her trembling lips form the words, her voice a soft mumble, and her gaze distant.
“Little bitch,” I whisper down at her, waiting for her to reply, but she just curls in on herself in my arms as if she wants to bury herself under my skin. “Tillie. I need you to snap out of it. If you show your weakness, they'll eat you alive.” I grumble into her ear, wondering how I’m going to snap her out of it.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly against mine, her skin flushed warm under my fingertips and her hand suddenly grabs a fist full of my cut to pull me closer.
“Can’t. Breathe,” she gasps, her panicked eyes finally meeting mine as she looks up and clenches my cut with a death grip.
“Hold on. Just take a deep breath, okay?” I grunt out as I pull her up higher in my arms and as fast as I can, I get her the hell out of here before anyone can see us.
Busting through the locker room doors like a man on a mission, I suddenly stop walking under the basketball hoop when I hear the bell for classes to be dismissed ring out. Just great. The sound of the halls filling up with students, some heading towards the gym, like a stampede of horses. I look down at Tillie real quick and notice she’s still stuck in a panic attack. I can’t let anyone see us like this, me helping her and her not being able to walk on her own two feet to stick up for herself.
Glancing around, I notice the gym equipment room to my right and book it for the open door, just as I hear sneakers squeaking over the wooden gym floors. Kicking the door ajar with my foot as we enter, the door slams shut and it’s just me and Tillie. Spying a stack of blue mats under the small window that only allows a little bit of light, I walk over to them and sit down with her cuddled in my arms. I don’t think I could even get her fingers to let go of my cut if I tried. She’s holding on for dear life.
