27. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Presley
Last night, or should I say all night and well into this morning, was wild as fuck. I’m exhausted, sore and sleep deprived. I really don’t want to go to school, but Caspian said I had no choice. Meanwhile, the fucker gets to skip the day to handle business. Such a fucking hypocrite. After dropping me off, I climb the stairs and enter the open doors, bracing myself for the day. Getting to my locker, I see Violet and Mila waiting for me.
“Hey girls. What’s up?” I ask, putting my combo into the lock, completely avoiding eye contact with Mila. Tears stream down her face and I already know what’s coming.
“Have you seen Amber at all?” She asks, and I shake my head looking at her over my shoulder.
“No, babe. I haven’t. Why? What’s wrong?” I ask, faking concern in my features.
“She hasn’t been home in a couple of nights and no one has heard from her. She’s never away from home this long.” She says, hiccuping.
“Oh, no, I’m sorry Mila. She will turn up. Maybe she’s been shacked up with Harley.” I say, but she shakes her head as Violet wraps her arms around her, consoling her.
“She hasn't, my parents have already contacted him and now he’s worried and wants to go to the police and get a search party going. Will you come with us?” She asks and I want to roll my eyes so fucking bad, but I have to play the part.
“Sure, just text me and I’m there.” I say with a soft smile, giving her a hug.
“Thanks, Presley. You’re such a good friend.” She sniffles as bile rises in my throat. Swallowing it down, I let her go, taking a step back.
“What are friends for, babe? Let’s get to class before we get detention.” I say, shutting my locker after grabbing my algebra book, walking with the girls to our first class of the day. I hope Harley has a plan to get away with all of this. We don’t need the police breathing down our necks.
By lunch time, I’m exhausted and relieved that Jacob Lee isn’t here to harass me. I haven’t seen the football team or any of the Cyprus brothers today. It’s really fucking weird. Stepping into the cafeteria, eyes are on me as some students begin whispering. I ignore them and stand in line to grab some food before heading to the art room. Feeling eyes on me again, a shiver runs up my spine as the whispers continue. Someone approaches from behind me and I brace myself.
“Hey there, sweet thing. I got a hundred dollars, wanna go into the custodian's room and you can give me a blowy?” He whispers and I spin, rearing back, punching him in the face. His head snaps back and I knee him in the nuts, causing him to fall to his knees.
“I don’t suck shriveled dicks, asshole. Go fuck yourself.” I spit as the whole cafeteria laughs and points at the asshole groaning on the floor. Fuck this. Heading for the exit, a large body blocks me. I straighten my shoulders and look up at him. He smirks and I snarl, lifting my lip in disgust.
“Move.” I growl, but he folds his hands over his chest.
“Sorry, no can do. Turn that sexy ass around and apologize to Nick.” He orders, and I raise a brow. Who the fuck does this guy think he is?
“Ain’t no mother fucking way.” I spit and he grabs me by my hair, pulling so fucking hard I think my scalp is going to rip from my skull. My eyes automatically tear from the pain. Thrashing, I punch him in the stomach, but he wraps an arm around my chest, holding me in place. “Get the fuck off of me!” I scream in a room filled with people and no one is doing anything to help me.
“Get on your knees and kiss his fucking dick that you kicked in.” He growls in my ear.
“Fuck you.” I shout, and he laughs, tightening his grip on me. Gasps echo around the room as something, or someone, crashes into the guy holding me. He releases me immediately, causing me to stumble, but I right myself quickly and spin, seeing Braxton squaring up with this dude. Fuck. I take a step closer as our eyes collide and he shakes his head, holding his fists up, ready to fight this fucker.
“Brax, no. Come on, let's go.” I plead, but he shakes his head again as I get closer. The big dude swings on him, but Brax is quick on his feet.
“Get out of here Lil’ Mama. Call Harley and I’ll meet you at the house.” He orders, jabbing the dude in the nose. A crunch echoes through the room as blood pours down the guy's face. “Now!” He shouts, causing me to jump. Picking up my bag, I haul it over my shoulder and exit the cafeteria, taking out my phone and calling Harley. It rings twice before he answers.
“Hey, Pres. Everything okay?” He asks, and I sigh.
“No, can you come get me, please? I’ll explain once you get here and FYI, Brax is going to be suspended.” I say and he curses on the other end.
“I’ll be there in five.” He growls, and the line goes dead. Walking down the hall, I see security high tailing it towards the cafeteria and pick up my pace, leaving the school’s back exit. Walking down the steps, I enter the parking lot and walk towards the gates when suddenly I’m grabbed from behind and a cloth is put over my mouth. Screaming, I thrash as the blue sky spins and darkness seeps into my vision, causing my body to go limp.
Jolting awake, my eyes snap open and I groan, feeling like death warmed over. Rubbing my eyes, they finally clear and a body sitting in a chair comes into focus. Fuck.
“I’ve told you time and time again that your behavior lately was unacceptable. You have been sneaking around with those Cyprus brothers and that just makes me look stupid. I won’t have that. You will not embarrass me after everything I do for you.” He snaps as I stand, walking over to him and placing both my hands on the armrests, caging him in. Looking into his eyes, I smile and spit in his fucking face. He growls, rearing back to slap me, but I take a step back as he swings and misses, only pissing him off further.
“Fuck you, Jacob. I’m done. You and I are over. Go find another trophy fucking wife to use and abuse. I’m out.” I spit, walking to the door, but he quickly rises from his seat, wrapping his hands in my hair, pulling me back and throwing me to the floor like a rag doll. He bends down, getting in my face, gripping my chin so roughly it’s going to leave fingerprints.
“You don’t call the fucking shots. I say when we are done. Not you. Fall in line, or I will fucking kill you,” he growls, the scent of liquor hitting my nostrils. I laugh, trying hard to pull out of his grip. But he tightens his hold, digging his fingers into my skin.
“Kill me then. You think you’re a big man? Do it.” I challenge as he lets me go, standing to his full height.
“Get dressed. Your outfit is on the bed. And if you don’t, I fucking will do it. And maybe I’ll make your little boy toys watch.” He threatens, bringing his fingers to his lips. “I should call them over for a meeting and show them who you truly are.” He taunts and I shake my head, not wanting them to see me like that. “Then get fucking dressed,” he orders, sitting back down in his chair, picking up his tumbler, taking a sip of the brown liquid.
Picking myself up off the floor and walking to the bed, I grab the outfit laid out for me. A teal bra and panties. Taking my clothes off, he growls.
“I see someone was touching what is mine. You will pay for that later,” he warns as I finish removing my clothes with shaky hands. I don’t want to do this anymore. This is not who I am. I never wanted it. But I didn’t have a fucking choice. “We don’t have all day. Move it along, Little Doll. Our guests are waiting,” he growls as I slide the underwear over my hips and turn to him.
“You look a mess, but I guess it will do.” He says and I nod. He stands, grabbing me by the arm and hauling me out of the room. He doesn’t waste any time dragging me down the stairs, through the hall and into his father’s office where three men are waiting.
“Ahh, sweet Presley. What a delight it is for you to join us.” Mr. Radley coos and I nod.
“It’s my pleasure, sir.” I say as bile rises up my throat. Mr. Rosenberg approaches me first and I put on my best fake smile. He returns the gesture but his eyes tell a different story as his fingers roam my body. I shiver with disgust, not wanting him or any of them to touch me, period.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Little Peach.” He growls, pulling me by the nipple. I scream from the pain as he drags me to the table, pushing me down and slamming my face into the wood. “You never gave me an answer about the contract, and I take that as a sign of disrespect.” He spits, holding my head down as I hear the sound of his zipper. I jolt as my panties are pulled down and my legs are forced open. Tears fall from my eyes onto the wooden table as he slams into me. “I don’t like being disrespected.” He groans, running a finger down my spine. I can’t do this anymore. I fucking can’t.
“I don’t fucking care, you sick prick.” I spit as he continues to rut into me.
“Oh yeah, I see that, but I don’t care what you think. Not when your pussy is this tight. Christ child,” He moans as I thrash underneath him.
“Get the fuck off of me!” I scream, pushing back as hard as I can, making him stumble back.
Moving quickly, I get up, take the tumbler he placed next to me on the table, and smash him in the head with it. He falls to the ground as I pick my panties up over my hips and run out of the room. I don’t stop. I don’t look back as I run as fast as I fucking can down the hall and out of the front doors.
Seeing Jacob’s truck at the end of the driveway, I pull open the door and find my bag laying on the front seat. Grabbing it and one of his hoodies from the floorboard, I slam the door shut and run into the street and down the block.
Throwing the hoodie over my head, I make it to the gate of the community and leave through the security gate, making a right down the back road to my house.
Tears stream down my face as I run, trying to get as far away as I fucking can. Taking out my phone, I see it’s fucking dead. Fuck. Putting it back in my bag, I run through the neighbor’s gate and hop the fence into my backyard.
Walking up the stairs to my balcony, I sit on the bench, catching my breath for a second. Fuck. Getting up, I slide my window open and shut it behind me. Throwing my bag on the bed, I head for the bathroom and turn the shower on the hottest it can go.
Ripping off the lingerie I’m wearing, I toss it in the wastebasket and step into the hot spray, letting the water cascade over my skin. Falling to my ass, I pull my knees to my chest and cry. I cry until there are no tears left in me and the water has gone cold. Peeling myself from the cold tile floor, I get up, wrap a towel around my body, and go into my room to sit on my bed. I stare at myself for what feels like hours until I get up and sit in front of my vanity.
Staring at my reflection, I don’t see myself. I see the girl who has no voice. The girl who’s alone with no one to believe her. The girl who has been used and abused constantly with no one but herself to save her, but, how much can one take until it’s time to call it quits? Opening the drawer, I take a brand new blade from its cardboard casing and place it on the vanity. Looking back up at my reflection, she nods, looking down at the shiny sharp metal.
Taking a deep breath, I pick it up and hold it between my fingers, then look at my reflection again. She smiles and mouths, “Do it. Go on. Take our pain away.” She encourages as I bring the blade to my wrist, sinking the metal into my flesh.
“Presley, no!” Someone shouts, slapping the blade from my hand. I close my eyes as tears pour down my face. He cups my cheeks, pressing his lips to mine softly, then pulling away. “Come back to me, Angel Baby.” He whispers as my eyes shoot open and see he’s really here. I sob at the realization of what I was about to do. I reach for him as he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the chair and placing me on my bed. He walks to my door, locking it and removes his hoodie, placing it on the chair before bending down to pick up the blade. Turning back to me, he holds it in his hand, stalking over to where I’m laying.
“You aren’t allowed to leave me. I don’t know what happened today. When Harley couldn’t find you and the others were panicking, I knew something was wrong. For whatever reason, I just knew and thank god I got here in time.” He says as the tears continue to fall from my face.
“I’m sorry, Axel. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m so fucking alone and I don’t want to feel this pain anymore. Just let me go. You deserve so much better than me.” I begin to sob, but he shakes his head climbing onto the bed. He rips the towel open and I gasp. He’s never seen me naked before and I feel so fucking vulnerable right now.
Reaching down, he lifts his shirt over his head, throwing the fabric to the ground as my eyes widen at all the ink that was hidden under his clothes.
“You’re not the only one suffering. See all these tattoos? They’re here for a reason. I’m a cutter too, Presley and I self mutilate with ink. These make me feel better and cover up the things I’ve done to myself,” he whispers as his eyes trail down my naked skin, lighting my body on fire.
“I’m so sorry.” I whisper, but he places a finger over my lips.
“Let me take the pain away. If you want to bleed, let me be the one to make you,” he says as his eyes look into mine for approval. I nod as he takes the blade and slices over my hip bone. I hiss at the pain, but he doesn’t stop there. He opens up my legs, sinking the metal into my inner thigh before doing the same on the other. Hissing again from the sting, he glides the blade over my pussy, spreading my lips and carving an ‘A’ on the left and a ‘C’ on the right. He looks up at me, handing me the shiny metal as he bends down to lick the blood slowly pouring from the cuts he made, leaving my pussy for last.
“I’ve never done this with anyone before, but having my initials carved into the most intimate parts of your body makes me feral, Angel Baby,” he whispers, slowly licking the wounds, then blowing on them to soothe the burning sensations his warm mouth left. He then slowly drags his tongue over my clit, spelling his name, causing me to moan and shudder beneath him. He sits up, undoing the button to his jeans before pulling down his zipper and lowering his boxers.
“Take the blade and cut into me, right here.” He points and I sit up, not caring anymore about my nakedness and run my finger over the ridged lines.
“Are you sure?” I ask, and he nods. Taking the blade, I sink it into his hip and push down into his skin. He groans as I place my lips on his hip, licking the blood clean from his flesh. He groans as his dick thickens in his boxers. Looking up at him, I do it again just to hear his sounds. Licking the blood again, the head of his cock pokes out and I see a glint of metal shining in my peripherals. Losing my head for a second, I pull his boxers down and find his cock full of metal. He has a full ladder and not just under his shaft, but the top too. My mouth waters for a taste as our eyes collide and he smiles.
“Can I?” I ask and his brow raises. “Can I taste you? You tasted me, so it’s only fair.” I whisper, waiting for his approval, and he finally nods.
“Only if you want to.” He says, bringing a smile to my face as I take his pierced cock into my hand and run my fingers over every single bar as I take the tip into my mouth. He groans, cupping my face. He’s fucking perfect. Taking him further into my mouth, I moan around his length, causing him to shudder above me as I swirl my tongue and suck him into my throat.
“Angel Baby, that throat is fucking tight. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last with you wrapped around me,” he groans and I swallow around him. Dragging my teeth along the metal, he hisses, slamming down my throat a few times until I feel his thighs trembling. I swallow again, taking him as deep as I possibly can manage, gagging myself as he grips my face a little harder and a deep groan leaves his chest. Warm liquid fills my throat as his dick throbs in my mouth, cumming so hard his body shakes.
“Fuck, Angel. Fuck.” He groans as I slowly pull off his softening length.
“Did you like that?” I ask, and he pushes me down on my back, climbing between my legs.
“Now it’s my turn.” He says, but I shake my head.
“Not tonight. Lay with me. Please? Hold me until I fall asleep.” I whisper and he nods, climbing from between my legs to lay next to me, wrapping me in his arms.
“Sleep, Angel,” he whispers, pulling me tighter.
“Thank you for tonight.” I say as he places a kiss on my neck.
“Shh, go to sleep. I’ll be right here. You’re okay.” He says as my eyes get heavy and I drift into nothing.