Page 148 of Restless
“Mattie and I must teach you how to properly fuck a bitch up.”
This time, Harley laughed. Despite her agony, bantering with one of her best friends was a serious mood booster.
“I’d like that.”
The bathroom door opened again, and someone gasped.
“Fuck,” Rebel muttered, standing straighter.
Ariana marched into view, followed by Mrs. LeBan.
Harley’s heart dropped.
They were so dead.
If she’d remained in the gym, talking to Jaleena and her friends, Mattie wouldn’t have spotted Ariana and Mrs. LeBan trekking toward the locker room, where Rebel had gone to check on Harley.
Ariana was a fucking cunt, who hated Mattie. The feeling was more than mutual, but that was beside the point. Seeing that bitch’s swelling eyes, tear-streaked bruised face, and obviously broken nose meant trouble. Worse, she’d found Mrs. LeBan, Ridge Moore’s very own Nurse Ratched. A character in a movie Mattie shouldn’t know if Daddy had anything to say.
Well, he did. A whole fucking lot as a matter of fact. Luckily, Maman felt differently, and whenever it was just she and Mattie in the house, they watched the movies Daddy banned for Mattie but gave free rein to the boys.
Stupidly, when Mattie saw Nurse Ratched, er, Mrs. LeBan, she didn’t run the other way. Instead, she rushed behind them and walked in just as the teacher was helping Erin to her feet.
Erin was a worse cunt than Ariana, but whatever.
Ariana spotted Mattie and burst into sobs. “She hit me first,” she said, pointing to Mattie.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know what happened!” Daddy hadjustreturned home. He still hadn’t recovered his full deck, but he was back, and Mattie didn’t want to tip the balance. “I was in the gym with Jaleena.”
“You were not!” Erin said, swaying on her feet.
“Bitch, I will fucking drag you,” Rebel barked. “Tell the truth about Mattie or sleep with your fucking eyes open.”
Harley remained silent. She looked absolutely petrified and in a great deal of pain. She had various cuts and bruises on her face. Her lips were busted. Her eye was swollen, and she listed to one side.
“You assaulted me, and now you’re threatening me,” Erin said in outrage. “Call the police, Mrs. LeBan. I want to press charges.”
“You fucking cunt,” Rebel snarled, rushing Erin and almost punching the fuck out of Mrs. LeBan when she stepped between the two girls.
Rushing into the fray, Mattie dragged Rebel to a bench. “Calm down, cousin,” she warned. “This won’t help the situation.”
Rebel jumped to her feet. “Fuck help! I want that bitch to die.”
“You’re going to jail,” Erin said in triumph as Mattie’s phone dinged.
Taking it from her pocket, she saw that Lolly had sent a message to let them know she was outside.
Mattie’s fingers flew over her phone’s keyboard.
Come to the locker room, Lolly. Hurry. We’re in trouble.
She pressed ‘send’, rejoining the conversation she’d momentarily tuned out.
“I should’ve picked you up to knock out this bitch,” Rebel said to Ariana and pointed to Erin.
“Enough, Miss Caldwell,” Mrs. LeBan said briskly, “Or Iwillcall the cops.”
“Not only will I press charges, but I’m going to sue you for pain and suffering,” Erin spat, ignoring Mrs. LeBan. “All of you.”
