Page 41 of Fragments
My head is fogging.I can’t fucking concentrate with his crotch on my ass.
“Come on, babe,” he breathes a warm taunt at the nape of my neck that sends a shiver up my spine. “You got this.”
“Fuck off, Ren,” I growl, frustration vibrating my limbs. The mood is quickly shifting from fun and light-hearted to a simmering fury that unfortunately seems to follow Ren and me around like a shadow.
“Since when do you let people push you around?” I can hear his smirk as he grinds into my ass. And I’mfumingwhen his hand drops onto my hip. “Come at me, Lexington.”
That’s it.
Straightening, I toss the ball, immediately getting up in his face. “Is this what you want, Ren?” I hiss, so close to him, the tips of our noses are almost touching. “A fucking reaction, you goddamn attention whore?? Well, here it is!” My volume has risen pretty significantly, to the point that I’m basically shouting over his lips.
“I just want you to care,” he sneers.
I’m fucking enraged.Again with this bullshit?!
“Well, guess what,Warren?” I seethe, leaning in even closer, “I don’t.”
In a flash, all of the amusement falls from Ren’s face, and he roars, shoving me hard in the chest. I stumble, but catch myself, instantly diving on top of him, tackling him to the floor.
We’re rolling around, limbs flailing, rage and testosterone clouding the air with sizzling heat. Ren gets on top of me quick, arm slightly cocked back like he might just want to hit me in the face. I’m not sure he would, but I’mbeggingfor it.
“Go ahead,bro,” I croak from beneath him. “Fucking do it.Hit me!”
Before anything else can happen, Dash lunges at us, knocking Ren off of me.
Nowthey’rewrestling around on the floor as I sit up, dazed and not really sure what’s going on or what I’m supposed to do. It’s all a blur.
The next thing I know, Dash is on top of Ren and he’s swinging at his face.
Over, and over… and over.
Staggering to my feet, I watch with wide eyes as Dash’s manic fists pummel Ren in the face and Ren just lies there…takingit. He’s not even trying to fight back.
Joy and Kang rush over, hauling Dash off of Ren, each of them holding his flailing arms. He must be in some sort of rage blackout. But then, in a snap, he goes still. He blinks down at Ren, who’s lying on his back on the floor with blood pouring from his nose.
I gulp, stepping forward. My chest is on fire, regret crawling up my throat. Almost like an instinct, I find myself drawn to Ren, seconds from dropping to my knees to make sure he’s okay.
I’m stopped when a bubbling laugh bursts from his lips, holding me in place.
The rumbling chuckles quickly turn hysterical. And now he’s straight upcackling, loud and maniacal, with blood running into his mouth and all over his teeth. He’s gone full lunatic, practically choking out psychotic fits of bloody laughter.
I don’t like this…
My eyes dart to Joy when I hear her growl, “You’re going back to solitary, 101.”
She’s visibly irate as she slaps cuffs beneath Dash’s bloody hands.
“No! Wait, please,” Dash cries, face going ashen.
“Joy, come on,” I jump in. “It was a mistake. He was just—”
“Shut the fuck up, inmate,” she hisses at me, whipping her walkie off of her holster. “Velle, get down here. Bring backup.”
Dash’s eyes are wide and glassy with fear. It’s a stark contrast to the dead eyes and unkempt wrath he was unleashing on Ren mere moments ago. I have no idea what came over him, but I highly doubt it had anything to do with Ren, or him messing with me.
That was all Dash stuff.
“Joy, please!” he gasps, chest heaving like he’s about to lose it again, only this time he might fall into some kind of panic attack.
