Page 25 of Web of Lies
My teeth clench so hard; I’m afraid I’ll break a tooth. Seething, I see red. My brother does the same thing. He picks on me repeatedly until he’s squealing like a little girl on the ground, holding his nads like they’re about to fall off. Balls meet my foot. Unfortunately for Carter, he’s doing the same now. Huh, I must have angrily blacked out. It sends an odd satisfaction soaring through me to see such a big man on the ground holding his aching nuts, cursing me every which way to Sunday.
“It’s Kaycee, and you might want to ice your dick or something,” I say, stepping back, eyeing his rocking body.
He’s growling, cursing, and squeaking in pain, sounding more like a raging squirrel than a big, tough man. His arm reaches out to me like he wants to pull me down and beat the shit out of me. But I pull my chin up, smiling all the way to the door of the abandoned gym. I only look back once, taking in the damage I’ve caused. He may have held me by the neck, but my toes got him in the end—one point for Kaycee, zero for Cruel.
Heavy breaths rock his body again as his fingers curl around his aching junk. I can only imagine the pain radiating through his sack and gut. My brother always said it hurt like hell, but he never learned his lesson. Perhaps this will teach Carter a thing or two. His soulless eyes connect with mine again, and he smiles that cruel as hell smile—fucking smiles at me. My heart drops into my stomach.
He will fuck me up. Terribly.
“Bring it on.” I smile back, tilting my head.
Respect glimmers in his eyes, and he nods in agreement. Like he’s saying, ‘bring it on, indeed.’ And that’s when I know I’m superly-duperly-utterly and thoroughly fucked.
Whoops!
From: [email protected]
August 28th, 2020
Not much to report this week. I wanted to come home to visit my mom, but I guess they left to go visit my grandparents. They’re sick—almost dying I guess—but how would I know because they don’t tell me anything. They just left…me here…. Kace? Left me here with no phone…and they went there without me. I’m losing the plot here. It’s just not good anymore.
The only good thing is you.
Things have taken a turn for the worst. This guy, Seger West, put lube in my locker yesterday while I stood there and watched….it ruined everything inside. And I couldn’t do anything, because his brother, Zeppelin, and best friend, Chase held me back. They muttered really mean things in my ears. Calling me names and all sorts of mean things.
Why would someone do that? Not to mention the horrid names the other kids have started calling me, under their orders. They carved it into my locker. Slut, whore, and cunt, now sit on the outside of my locker. How original, huh? I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve this kind of treatment. I swear I’ve been nothing but nice to these people. Especially those three. These people are assholes, the devil incarnate. Fuck them and fuck this place. I hate this school so much. Yesterday on my way to class Ainsley threw mud at me, along with her brother Chase. Today there was Jell-O above the doorway, and it fell all over me. Then they threw feathers at me, making it stick, and THEN the teachers wouldn’t allow me to change. I looked like a drowned chicken all day….
In PE those bitches took my clothes and cut holes into them. So, then I looked like a scraggly chicken walking around half naked! Ugh!
There’s only one good thing here right now, but I can’t talk about it too soon. I don’t want to jinx it before it starts, ya know? Especially since these sharks are out for my blood. I’ve started something with someone in private. Something good and it’s one of the only things holding me here and grounding me. I’ll let you know more about it…when I can actually trust it’s okay.
You know what I can’t wait for? I can’t wait for Parkford in two years, that’s all I have to look forward to and survive for. Two. Fucking. Years.
Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine! This is nothing I can’t handle, I promise. Have a better day than me, Kace.
Magnolia xo.
Me:
Me-one, my stalker-zero.
Afterseveralhoursoffinding the right tools and removing my old lock, thanks to my father’s advice from when I was a kid, a new one took its place. A new one, with a new key. Only for me, not my stalker or anyone else in this school.
Tristan:
Snorts. I can’t believe you did that shit yourself.
Badass—1 crazy psycho—0. Got hw? I need some tension release…. Wanna play Angel Warrior?
Me:
Yes, to HW, but I owe you like 50 Angel Warrior dates. You’re on!!!
Settling in for what is about to be an epic few hours full of killing giant evil demons, I sigh in relief. Some people golf or run to alleviate their tension. Me? I snipe demons until they’re dust on the ground with my anonymous partner in crime. We usually play until our fingers bleed and the sun comes out, leveling up like it’s nobody’s business. And I can’t wait to play, I just have to check my recordings first.
As I log into my gaming computer to begin our fun, I use the other to check my recordings from my day away. Hoping when my room was at its most vulnerable, no one entered. Yet again, this school threw me a major curveball in the form of an intruder.
