Ruin

16. Declan

SIXTEEN

DECLAN

I think everyone from school is here for this party, well, the ones who like to party. None of the geeks are here, or the freaks no one talks to. Leaning back on the kitchen counter watching everyone in the other room, I’ve had Trixie in front of me since I’ve got here. Her back is on my chest, standing between my legs, my finger moves over her bare thigh, as she moves the tip of her nail over my hand, which is placed on her stomach. It feels so natural.

She’s been drinking, and I caught her smoking the fucking shit she always smokes. Weed. It pissed me off, and she knew it did. The look in her eyes when I took it off her it hit me. It hit me fucking hard.

I could see she wasn’t smoking for fun like some of the other students do. She was smoking it to forget or numb whatever is playing in her head.

“Declan.” I roll my eyes when I hear a voice in my ear. “Leave the freak. We can have some fun quickly,” Stephanie whispers, and I ignore her for a moment as I take a sip of my beer. “You know you want it-”

“Don’t want anything, not tonight.” I haven’t touched her since I’ve had a taste of Trixie. I mean, I thought while in high school Stephanie would pass the time for me, while I still had fun with others, but now I’ve tasted Trixie, not one woman I’ve been with comes close to her.

Fucking hell, Trixie has me hooked on her.

Stephanie stands in front of me, and looks Trixie up and down, stopping her sight on my hand, which is still on her thigh. Ignoring me, she continues to shoot daggers toward Trixie. “Get away from him,” she sneers at her, but it makes me smile. However, it’s short-lived, when Trixie tries to move out of her way.

What the fuck? I don’t think so. I pull her body back into mine and hold her tight against my chest, so she knows not to move.

Stephanie looks at me, then smiles. “This freak, really? Her soul is probably as black as the outfit.” She turns back to Trixie, and takes a strand of her hair, and Trixie stands up straight, her back leaning on my chest. “Are you still a virgin? I bet you are. No one wants to touch a freak like you.” I’m waiting for Trixie to finally snap and do something. I know she has it in her. It was funny when she head-butted Theo for touching her.

“You can move away from him, or I’ll make sure I make your life hell at school, what Declan has done will be nothing to what I will do to you.” Stephanie crosses her arms over her chest, still having her eyes locked on Trixie.

There is nothing Stephanie can do, but I still don’t like the threat she’s made about her. For now, I’ll keep my mouth shut. I want to see how far she'll take it before I need to step in, when the time is right, because she has no idea the amount of shit I have on her. And when she finds out the dirty little secrets I know about her, she'll be shocked.

Trixie once again tries to move away, and this time the hand which was on her stomach moves quickly to her neck, pushing her back so her ear is closer to my lips when I lean down to her.

“If you try to move again, I’ll show everyone here your sexy dragon nipple rings. Don’t piss me off.” Now I won’t let anyone touch her, never mind see her sexy tits. Those rings are for my eyes, and my eyes only. Anyone even thinks about touching her, I’ll rip their head off.

“Fuck off, Stephanie, before you annoy me.” Taking another sip of my beer, I close my eyes for a moment, letting the voices in my head settle down a little.

I’ve tried to shut them out today, but I didn’t sleep last night. I think I got about two hours. All day the voices have been going on in my head, the shouting about how much they hate me, how they are going to kill me. The only time they stopped for a moment was when I was with Trixie at the house, when it was just us.

“You know she’s going to be an even bigger bitch now.” I open my eyes and turn to Vinn, looking over at Stephanie talking to her friends. “You should know not to mess with crazy-” he then looks over at Trixie. “Then again, you went with the freak.” He laughs, and walks away from me, and Trixie looks at her feet, using her nails to take the label off the beer bottle.

She finally looks up, and I follow her sight, and lock with Ash when I see him nodding to Trixie, and for some messed up reason she tries to move forward.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I shout in her ear, and turn her to face me. “I find you smoking that shit again, I swear on everything I care about, you’ll be fucking tied to my bed, and I’ll fuck your mouth until you physically can’t open it.” She doesn’t look at me, but she moves her hands.

Can I go talk to my friend? I have to laugh at her question. Talk, is she joking? He doesn’t even understand when she signs, so what one way conversation are they going to have? I won’t go outside.

I remove my hands from her stomach. “Okay, go.” I watch her walking over to him, and see the first fucking smile on her lips all night. I know she didn’t want to come here, and I’ve made her come, but why does she have to smile for him?

“You know she’s a nice girl,” I hear Lileah next to me, and I turn my head slightly to face her. “Shame you’ve been a dick to her, and so have your friends.” Before I can say anything to her, she walks away with her friends, and I look back over at Trixie, but she’s not there. Scanning the room, I can’t see her. I leave the room to find out where she’s gone.

My hands curl into a ball as I try to hold the anger inside me, not wanting anyone around me to see it. She laughs at something Ash has said, then leans in closer to him as he brings his hand out for her to take a drag of the joint between his fingers. I power walk over to Trixie as the smoke escapes her lips. She didn’t fucking listen. Did she think I wouldn’t have smelled it on her?

Growling, I grab Trixie by the upper arm and pull her away from Ash. “Get over here,” I growl into her ear and push her ahead of me. Trixie stumbles as I push her up the stairs, and I’m not even being gentle with her.

Walking into the bathroom, I slam the door behind me and slam her back into it. “Why can’t you fucking listen? No fucking smoking!” I shout in her face, slamming my hand on the door next to her ear, and she shakes against the door, but she says nothing. How can she? She has nothing to fight with.

“One simple thing, and the second I take my eyes off you, you do it.” I grab her hair, pulling her away from the door. “Twice you’ve pissed me off today. Now get on your fucking knees. You should be lucky I can’t tie you to the fucking bed, and fuck your mouth. Now. Get. Down.”

Licking her lips, she kneels on the cold floor, and she closes her eyes. “Undo my jeans and get my dick out.” I snap at her. My dick has been semi-hard since I saw her at the house She looks so fucking sexy in this dress, how can I not be hard.

“Suck it.”

Her mouth opens, and I force myself between her lips, going until she gags. My hands knot in her hair, using it like reins to control her head. I’m going to make sure she knows she has to fucking listen to me. When I tell her something, I mean it.

The sound of her choking is a sound I enjoy listening to. I pick up the pace, my balls slapping against her chin. I’m going to force myself down her throat, whether she likes it or not.

Her eyes water, tears escaping down her cheeks slowly as I force myself harder and harder down her mouth, choking her to the point of almost blacking out, but I pull away before it happens. Right now, I don’t fucking care if I hurt her, that’s how lost I am.

My dick slowly moving in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat every time I thrust.

Once I hit the back of her throat, I hold her head there for a few seconds wanting to feel the tightness of her throat as she sucks hard, but then starts gagging fighting for air. I pull her away from me, pulling her hair so she’s looking at me. Tears are covering her face and even that is making me not feel anything. She pissed me off and didn‘t listen. I grab her face hard, and make her open her mouth, and I spit not once but twice into her mouth, then thrust my dick back in, this time a lot harder, a lot fucking harder than I would have to anyone else, and she chokes. But it doesn’t stop me from fucking her mouth harder and faster.

“Swallow every fucking drop.” I shout at her as I cum hard in her mouth, and she sucks, she sucks hard, swallowing everything I give her. I hear her choke as my dick is still buried in her mouth. Once I’m happy with her swallowing everything, I pull out of her mouth and grab her hair to stand up. Pulling her panties down, not caring she said it was the time of the month, I pick her up and slam her against the door, and my dick grazes her pussy.

“Fuck.” I quickly pull away from her and punch the door so hard it puts a dent in there. What am I doing? I shout to myself. “Clean yourself up!” I shout at her. What the hell was I about to do? Trixie looks in the mirror, grabbing some tissue to wipe the mascara around her eyes, then I yell at her. “Go to Lileah, and Lileah only.” I open the door for her and when she steps out, I slam it shut then punch the mirror, which scatters into tiny pieces. Some pieces stick into my skin, but I don’t even feel them.

Shaking my head, I leave the bathroom and go to find Lileah. I take some of the mirror pieces out of my hand, then I hear Lileah shouting at someone to fuck off, which makes me look over and I see Vinn trying to touch Trixie, and Lileah is pushing him away.

Pushing people out of my way, my fist connects with the side of his face. When he turns to face me, I punch him again. He tried to touch what’s mine. Is he high himself? He goes to punch me, but I move out of the way, and connect my fist once more, until he falls to the floor, and I go to get on top of him, but Lileah shouts at me.

“Declan, stop.” She grabs my arm to stop me and pushes me away from him, then stands in front of me.

“What the hell? For someone who says they don’t like her, you sure as hell don’t act like it. You make her dance in front of everyone, even let some of the guys touch her when she is on the table, so of course they’ll try it.” I take my eyes away from Vinn and look at Lileah.

“Wake up, asshole, before it’s too late. I saw it from the start. But you’re so full of…” She stops and shakes her head. “Wake up.”

“Take her home.” I shout at her, and walk out of the house.

I can’t be around anyone, because I think I will kill someone. Having my body with this much rage burning through it, there is only one place I can go if I want to hurt someone.

* * *

I stop the car and get out, slamming my hands on the rock for the gate to open. Cain added my prints to the system a few weeks ago, telling me if I ever need to come here and get away from things I could without him. But I also know he’ll know I’m here the moment my hand is scanned, so he’ll have Lincoln or himself check to see why I’m here. Unless the man isn’t already here. But right now, I don’t even care, as anger is still boiling inside me, still wanting to hurt someone, all because of her, Trixie.

Why do I care?

She’s nothing to me.

I don’t need a girl in my life, fucking hell, this was the year I have fun,. I was supposed to go to the sixth floor at the club and fuck as many women as I could, and yet since I got back from The Pit, I haven’t fucked as many women I would have liked to the week before school started. Why? Because of fucking Trixie. Again, why? She’s not mine, well she is mine, but I’m not hers. I can still do what I want. Fuck who I want. Yet, the only person I can think about fucking is her.

Fuck, I’m still angry with myself for almost crossing a line I always promised myself I would never cross. There are things I would do, but never until a woman says yes, and because she has me addicted to her, like a goddamn drug addict, I was so close to crossing the line.

Did I beat Vinn up because I was angry with him for touching what’s mine? Or was it because I was angry with myself for doing something I would have regretted for the rest of my life? Then Lileah had to go tell me to wake up, and stop fucking about, because she sees it. Sees what? Then she said I’m full of... and stopped. I knew what she wanted to say, because since coming out of here, I am full of hatred toward the world, but I don’t care.

The line of work we do, I had to become this person. If I was still the happy person I was before, there is no way I could easily kill someone if asked to. Now I do it with a smile.

The large door opens, and the roaring of the people echoes around The Pit. Ignoring everyone, I walk to the fighting ground, and the whole Pit goes quiet.

“Fight! You win, you walk free” I shout for everyone, and look around, turning to see the ones behind me, to see who I can kill just to feel some peace pulsing through my body again. Even if it’s short-lived, I’m happy to take it. “Anyone, I don’t care.” I know Cain has rules for this place, but they might as well get used to things changing here and there, as I’m going to be in charge of this place, too.

“Pretty boy, are you sure you want to die today?” I turn around and see the man who is here because he raped over sixty women, and the police did nothing to him. They let him walk free because they didn’t have any proof. Fucking joke. Even though all the women said it was him, the system failed them, and Cain wasn’t going to let that happen. He didn’t walk in here by himself, like a lot of the others. He was dragged in here.

I watch him walking into the middle, and I smile. I’m happy to kill a rapist. He goes to open his mouth, but I punch him in the jaw quickly, but he doesn’t move. Then he pulls out a knife. He has to be joking. Has he not watched me fight? A knife is like a second part of my hand.

He swings his arm, the blade sweeping past my head as I move back slightly. I step closer to his body, and I quickly strike his upper and lower arm, making it go limb, and I hear the knife clatter on the ground.

Grabbing his arm, I twist it until his palm is facing up, quickly pivoting, I place my shoulder under his elbow and yank down, smiling when I hear the loud crack and the fucker screaming. That is the sound of an arm breaking.

But one thing I’ve learned about this place, you can have broken legs, arms, and hands. No one stops fighting until one of us is dead.

Turning quickly to face him, I punch him in the nose. His blood hits my skin, and it makes me happy.

Not wanting this to finish, I take a step back and let him get himself together, and I crack my neck. This is what I needed, someone to hurt.

I get closer to him, punching him in the ribs, and he quickly connects his fist with my jaw, and another one, and I taste my blood on my lip.

Standing up tall, I wipe the blood away and smile when I suck it off my thumb. I move around him as he tries to hit me again, but this time I move, and punch him a few times, then kick his kneecap hard enough to knock him to his knees.

I dance around him, kicking him in the ribs, over and over again. Then I kick him so hard he falls onto his back, and I jump on top of him, punching his face repeatedly. My hands are covered with his blood, and I don’t stop. He has stopped fighting, which only means one thing: he’s gone. It should make me stop, but I can’t.

Every ounce of anger I have inside me, I’m taking out on his lifeless body, punching his face to the point one of his eyes pops out, and I still don’t stop.

Why am I angry with her?

Why can I not stop thinking about her?

Why is her taste still on my tongue?

“Fuck!” I shout out in a roar, as I’m dragged off the bastard who thought he could fight me.

“Enough!” I hear Cain demanding, I stop.

“Anyone else?” I shout at them all, turning around to make sure I look at everyone watching me. I stop my sights on Big Man, who is smiling.

What’s her name?

I sign back. Don’t know what you mean.

My reply makes him laugh, and he’s laughing so hard it makes everyone look over at him.

No man kills anyone the way you killed him for nothing. Only for a woman.

No name. I sign back to him.

I turn to face Cain. The smile on his face is so big I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before. Not even around Autumn. This is a man who is proud of the monster he’s created.

“Open the door, take this all in. Together, we’re going to rule.” Cain pats my shoulder and laughs. “Welcome to the kingdom.”

I look around, feeling something I’ve not felt before. Control, power, and I’m going to ruin everyone in my path who fucking dares step in my way, or hurt anyone I care for.