Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Kane holds my eyes and steps closer so we’re chest to chest. “That wasn’t because of that.”
“So… I should do it again?”
“Naw,” Kane snaps and an evil glint sparks in his eyes. “Apparently she already showed Mallick, didn’t she, Mallick?”
Mallick doesn’t respond, he just keeps circling as he always does.
Kane gets so close I can feel his minty breath on my lips. “Who the fuck said you could kiss my friends?”
“Who told you—?”
“Everyone told me. Everyone has been talking about it. Especially Mallick, right Mallick?”
Mallick doesn’t look at me. I thought we were cool. I thought we might have been more than cool.
“RIGHT MALLICK?” Kane yells but his eyes hold mine and he gets so close our foreheads touch.
“I heard him,” Ren puts in and Mallick shakes his head. He doesn’t want to be here anymore than I do.
“Heard you let him touch your titties.”
“I did not,” I gasp, folding my arms across my body. “Why do you care anyway?”
Kane shrugs and steps back, grinning evilly as he opens the carton of eggs.
“What are you doing?” I ask nervously, hands clenched and shaking as I hug myself.
“You don’t kiss my friends,” Kane hisses, narrowing his ugly blue eyes. “You don’t kiss anyone.” He brings an egg down onto my head with his palm. It cracks and the gooey middle slides down the side of my head and over my ear. It hurt too but I try not to react beyond a wide-eyed, humiliated stare.
“OOOOOOH!” Ren cries and catches the egg Kane tosses his way. He smiles evilly and throws one at my chest, it hits my breast with a hard thud but cracks on the ground at my feet.
“STOP!” I scream when Ren throws his and it hits me on the shoulder. That one doesn’t crack either but it really hurts.
I drop to my knees as the assault continues but now they’ve learned to push their thumbs into the eggs before tossing them so they crack on impact.
I cover my head with my arms, listening to the sound of my breathing until the very last egg is cast. I count every hit, including the ones that missed.
Rage comes pouring out of me as their laughter echoes through my mind.
I lose it. A haze of red-hot lava distorts my vision and with a battle cry worthy of the big screens I grab Ren’s discarded skateboard and charge at them. Kane’s eyes go wide the second before I hit Ren across the face. Blood sprays through the air in dark red droplets that seem suspended in slow motion and Ren hits the floor with a grunt. I don’t stop, I charge at Kane and swing but he blocks it with his arm. He cries out in pain and shoves me and the board away from him.
I keep going. I kick him between his legs so hard his eyes bulge out of his head. He goes down too but I can’t control it. Hot, angry tears fall from my eyes as I climb on top of him and smack him and punch him in the face and chest and neck. My hands, arms, fingers, body all ache as I unleash every ounce of my anger onto him.
He fights for control, grabbing my wrists but his arm is limp and useless. He’s bleeding on his cheek from my scratches, he has a swelling under his eye but I can’t stop.
I want to kill him. I want to stop him from breathing but I run out of energy. I’m completely out of steam.
He rolls me over, grabbing my wrists with one hand and pinning them above my head. I don’t fight him I just cry and cry, and sob, and choke.
“I hate you,” I say, channeling every single memory I have of the torment he has put me through. “I hate you. I hate you. I wish you would just die.”
Kane’s eyes roam over my face and for a flicker of a moment I see something other than his usual angry, evil self. I see… something tender.
Still, I push him off me and look at Ren who is bleeding badly from the mouth.
Kane starts laughing maniacally, he rolls onto his back and looks up at the sky as his friend gargles on blood and I pick myself up.
“Bitch broke my arm,” Kane declares, still laughing like it’s all so hilarious. “Fuck. That hurts.”
I start to walk away, and then I start to run, keeping my tear blurred eyes ahead. They don’t say anything to me or come after me and I don’t stop going until I’m home.
I sob all the way there, chest constricting, heart pounding painfully, eyes burning, blood in my palms from where my nails have dug through my flesh.
“You took your time,” Mee-maw comments when I walk in. She hasn’t seen me yet.