Ruin

18. Declan

EIGHTEEN

DECLAN

“You need to get bigger!” Big Man shouts at me. I asked him a few days ago if he would help me train. I think he thought about it for a millisecond before answering yes. I think it was more because he knew he could put me through some pain. And that’s what the man has done every day for a week, but I know it’s helped me. I can already see my body changing, getting bigger and stronger.

“Don’t you think I know that,” I bite back, which makes him laugh.

“Oh, don’t be a baby, get to the wall and punch it.” I drop my head and shake it. I hate this one, I mean my hands look rough, they’ve not even healed from the last time I punched the wall. “If you can punch a wall and not hurt your fist, then you can hurt any man you come in front of.” I hear the humor in his tone, and it’s crazy, but it makes me smile.

I stand in front of the wall, and start punching, it’s soft to get my knuckles used to the pain, because it fucking hurts. The other day Big Man got pissed off with me for not hitting it hard enough, he pushed me out of the way, slammed his fist into the wall, and fuck, it made the wall shake.

Now I know this place is old, it would probably crumble over us if a natural disaster happened, but still he made the brick wall shake. That’s what I want. So much power in my fist, it knocks people back so hard it makes them wonder where they are.

“So, you got a girl out there?” Big Man asks.

“No. I enjoy pussy too much to settle for one.” I punch the wall a few times, then turn to him. “How long were you with your wife?”

“High school, one kiss and I knew she was it. I wouldn’t let any boy, or man come close to her. She was mine once she finished college. I married her before she could realize she could do better than me.” He laughs talking about her, you look at him and you’d think he was this mean big man, but every strong man has a weakness. A woman.

No matter what, a woman always makes them weak.

“Pretty Boy, if you get out of here, then count yourself lucky. Find a girl. Now get punching.”

Find a girl. I still remember Big Man's words. Damn I remember all his words, well the ones which made sense, anyway.

But those three words have been hitting my ears every second of the day since the party. Trixie has somehow knocked down the wall I had built for anyone to get close to me and has me thinking about her all the time.

How can I let her get close to me? I don’t sleep, I’m pretty shut off with the family with what goes on in my head, and she hasn’t even seen the scars I have. How am I meant to explain them?

It took everything to stay away from her this weekend, and the three days of school have been torture in a whole different way than The Pit. She walks around school in sexy gothic dresses, showing off her tattoos, which makes her look even more fuckable.

God, I want to fuck her so bad. I want to feel how tight she would be around my cock, how her naked body brushes against mine, or how her moans would fill my ears and make me harder than I already am. Fuck.

I’ve stayed away from her because I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself back from taking it too far. There is no way in hell she'll have sex with me after everything I’ve done to her, and there is no chance in hell I’m raping anyone. So, backing away from her is the best thing for both of us. Even though it’s killing me, to the point I’ve been hand fucking myself in the shower.

It’s going to be a long fucking year seeing her every day. There are only so many classes I can miss, and I’m stuck with her for English. I said I would help her get her grade up for Math, but I can tell her to do it herself. The less time around her the better.

So, what have I been doing with my time? I’ve been sitting here. Two days now, and it’s taking everything in me not to walk in there and unload every bullet in my gun into the child porn watching bastard's head. And I’m sure he’s told the family about me.

I’m watching his every move. I got Miles to hack into his phone for me, because I need to know everyone he is talking to. He has told someone about me, and I can’t wait to find out who it is.

My sight glances over to the clock, eleven in the morning, then my phone pings with a message again, and I already know who it is. Lileah, she has messaged me on the hour asking where I am.

Lileah

Get to school. You can’t fail.

Looking back up at the house, I shake my head. How the fuck did Cain let him be the one to look out for me in The Pit? I don’t fucking get it. The man is a sick bastard. The amount of child porn on his laptop is disgusting. The thing which pisses me off the most, he lives in front of a goddamn school.

My attention moves to my laptop, he’s calling someone. Making sure everything is set up so I can track the number and wait for the person to answer.

“What?” The guy answers.

“Where the fuck is my money?” I knew this had to be about money. “I told you about him.”

“It’s coming, did you like the present we sent you?” he asks, and I look up at the house. What present, I haven’t seen anything, it must have been before I started watching him.

“She was nice.”

My blood boils, my hands around the steering wheel turn white with how tight I have a hold on it. The bastard touched…I shake the thought out of my head before I throw up in my car. How is this man alive? He won’t be for long?

“Then be happy with that for now.” The man snaps and the line goes dead, and as I go to open my car door, my phone rings.

Now normally I don’t believe in fate or shit like that. Fate isn’t something that would stop me from going in, but this time, I do. I can’t go in there and kill him, it’s the middle of the fucking day, and a school full of kids across the street. Fuck.

Slamming the door shut, I answer the call. “I’m on my fucking way.” I end the call on Lileah, and drive off to school.

I need to sleep, I need to…I need to fuck someone, anyone to get the taste of Trixie out of my system. I need to kill someone, because I’m letting a fucking pervert live. “Fucking hell,” I shout to myself.

At least I don’t have class with Trixie, so keeping away from her should be easy. I can just imagine in my head how good her lips are around my dick, how the tears escape her eyes as I fuck her mouth. I can’t touch her, but I can imagine as much as I want.

* * *

I should be sleeping. It's one in the morning and I can't sleep. I close my eyes, and two things stay on my mind. The Pit or Trixie. You would think both these things would be different but yet they’re both hell.

My brothers came to the school once they finished for the day and said we were going to Skyline. The last place I wanted to be, because I wanted to sit outside the bastard's house again. Wanting to make sure he didn’t get any more gifts, or leave the house to find himself a gift.

But they wouldn't take no for an answer. Mason said to either shut up and drive there, or he would kick my ass and make me go, which made me laugh, because he would. I couldn’t tell them what I was planning because they would have told Cain. If he finds out I’m not sleeping or not going to school because I’m watching him, I’m sure Cain will start babysitting me, or worse have Lincoln follow me everywhere.

I know we have our location turned on for each other, but I turn it off while I’m there and so far no one has picked up on it either. I’m hoping all this will be over by the time they realize what I’ve done.

As much as I was fighting with myself about it, in the end I thought, why the hell not? Might take my mind off Trixie, seeing some sexy women wearing nothing but lingerie, how can that not help me feel better.

But no, it didn't help one fucking bit. All the girls there were just…clean. Their skin was perfectly glowing, and there weren't any tattoos on them. I mean there was the odd one here and there who had maybe four tattoos, but nothing like the artwork Trixie has on her body.

They all wore red, pink, blue, which normally would have my dick hard, but I wanted black. My mind wandered to Trixie walking around in a nice black set and nothing else.

“Shit.” Now my dick is getting hard. How is one woman so fixed in my brain right now?

I turn my head to the left to my bedside table as the phone rings. Who the fuck is calling me at this time? I slam my hand on it to turn it off. There's no way I'm answering anyone's call at one in the morning, and it's probably my brothers wanting to make sure I'm asleep. So, if I don't answer it, then they know I'm sleeping, and they might leave me alone.

Hayden said he wanted to come over, and I told him not to be stupid. He's got class in the morning. High School is one thing, but if you fuck up college, mom and dad are going to kill us.

It rings again within seconds, and this time I look to see if it is one of my brothers. I mean, if it's not them, it's got to be Cain. Grabbing my phone I look at the name flashing, Trixie.

Why is she calling me? She doesn't even talk, I answer the phone. “Hello,” Nothing, I'm not surprised. So, I'm not sure why she's calling me. My phone beeps and I look at the message.

Trixie

I'm sorry I didn't know who else to call. My car broke down.

“And why do you think I'd help you at one in the morning?” is the only question I can ask.

Trixie

I'm sorry, it doesn't matter.

And before she can end the call, I quickly ask. “Where are you?”

I look at my phone, waiting for it to beep with a message or a location. Finally, it beeps with her location.

“It's over a fucking hour away.” My voice comes out a little harder than I wanted it too.

What the hell does she want me to do? It’s close to a two-hour drive.

There is silence from her, no message coming through, and I go to hang up, but stop when I hear the heavy rain hitting her car. Fuck before I can say anything, the line goes dead.

The only reason she called is because her car has broken down. Shit, I can’t leave her out in the rain all night, but why hasn’t she called her dad, or brother?

Shaking my head, I send a quick message, to my friend hoping he's still awake, to meet me at the location to pick up Trixie’s car for me. Not sure who else to ask, but he seems like the best bet, and he can take it to their garage too.

Getting out of bed, I look down as my dick is standing as hard as a fucking pole because of the woman who I'm going to see, and yet I can't touch her. Think of anybody else, anything else, come on Declan . Getting dressed I grab my keys and leave the house. It's going to be a long night. Why the hell is she there at this time? That’s the only question I want answered.

This is not how I thought my night was going to end. Started off at the club, which did nothing to take my mind off things. So, I left my brothers there, and I took a pit stop. I didn’t want to go there, kept telling myself to go straight home, but it didn’t help because the next thing I knew I was there. Was there for about thirty minutes, then came home where I thought I would sleep, but no. Here I am at one in the morning, ready to drive to pick up a girl. I never thought that would happen.

Slamming the car door shut, tapping her location into my phone so it gets up on my car screen and I get on the road.

It's over an hour into the journey, and the rain is battering down on the car. My windscreen wipers are on full, and still can't see anything in front of me. Can't even do the speed limit, to get there faster.

But then I see the hazard lights flashing on a car. There she is. I pull up behind her. Getting out of the car, the rain falls hard and fast, and I see her curled up in a ball in the backseat of her car.

I let out a sigh and tap on the window, she jumps holding up a pocketknife. “It's me,” I shout.

Trixie opens the door and gets out of the car. The rain is coming down harder than a minute ago, which I honestly didn't think was possible. Every large drop is hitting me hard.

She signs.

I need some things from the car.

I go to answer, but stop when the pickup park up behind mine, and Blake gets out. Trixie stands closer to me. Do not stand close to me. Do not stand close to me. Do not stand close to me. I take a step to the side, the last thing I need is her touching me.

“One in the morning, seriously,” Blake jokes as he stops and slaps a high five. “Lucky. I couldn't sleep.”

“Get in the car. I'll get everything out.” Taking my jacket off I wrap it around her. She looks like she's freezing. I pop up the trunk to my car and her car.

She gets into the passenger seat. “Thanks, man, I didn't know who else to call. And you guys own the garage.”

“No, that's fine. It's not like I sleep, anyway.”

“Who needs fucking sleep?” I joke with him, and we both laugh. Blake helps me take out all this stuff from the back of Trixie’s car and put it in mine.

“When do you think you can look at it? She needs to drive.”

“I'm sure you can pick up your girl for a few days,” Blake tells me,

If only I could tell him she's not my girl but I keep my mouth shut, and give him a quick nod.

“I'll check it out in the morning and I'll let you know.” I throw the keys to him.

“Thanks. Send me the bill.” Blake walks over to her car, and I stand by mine for a moment longer before getting in, and my clothes are completely soaked through.

I’m sorry. I have a hotel booked, it's ten minutes away.

“Where are you going at this time alone?” I ask as I drive back onto the highway. She places her phone so I can see the directions to the hotel. “If I didn’t come you would have slept in your car all night?” I turn to her for a second, but she doesn’t reply and I shake my head annoyed.

Parking outside the hotel, I tell Trixie to get inside as the rain is still heavy, and I grab all her things, and my bag which I have in the back in case I want to go to the gym after school.

I meet Trixie in the reception area, and she shows me the key. “Let’s go.” She stays where she is, and if she thinks I’m in the mood for any shit from her, she’s wrong. “Get fucking moving.”

Following her to the room, this has to be the cheapest hotel I’ve ever stepped foot in. I mean it’s not a shit hole, but when you grow up only staying in five-star hotels, this is just different. I walk into the room, and the door slams behind me. Placing the bags on the bed, I turn to face Trixie.

“Stop,” I snap, when she goes to get her bag. “Now, why are you here alone?” I ask again. Again, I’m returned with silence, her body begins to shake because it’s cold, I should know my body feels the same. “I’m having a shower, until then you can think of some fucking words to say to me.” I grab a towel and my bag, get in the bathroom and switch the shower on waiting for the water to heat.

Stepping in, the water hits my skin, and at first it hurts as my body is so cold.

Fucking hell. There’s ice water, and then there is this. My first shower since I got here, and it feels as if physical pieces of ice are hitting my body. No wonder nobody wants a shower, this is torture. Trying hard to block out the pain of the water burning my skin, and not it a hot way either. I need a shower, I feel sick with how my body is feeling, and I keep telling myself one thing.

Cain did this for years, and years, I can do it for the summer. Come on Declan man the fuck up.

Getting out of the shower, I get dressed and step out to see Trixie shivering on the bed. “Go have a shower,” I snap at her, fucking hell there is something happening in her head, and I will get some answers tonight from her.

Grabbing my phone, I call Hayden. “Why the hell are you awake?” he shouts down the phone.

“I can ask you the same thing, asshole,” I snap back at him, and he stays quiet which means he has a woman next to him. “Only calling to let you know I’m not home, had to rescue someone.” Hayden laughs down the phone.

“You’re a knight in shining armor now?” he jokes.

“No, but I couldn’t let her sleep in her car all night. I’ll be back tomorrow.” I go to hang up, but stop when Hayden calls out my name. “What?”

“If this is the girl Lileah is telling us about, the one who came to the pool party-”

“Don’t need your fucking opinion on this.” I cut him off.

“Just saying, Lileah thinks she’s good for you.” I end the call before I have to listen to anything else he has to say to me.

I know she’s good for me, too fucking good for me.

Now I’m stuck in a hotel with her, it’s going to be a long night. Just what I need right now.