Chapter 4 A Tiny Dick & Rejections
A Tiny Dick they are already dead. But one of those men is of importance, and I need you to pay attention and really look, Charlee.” Olive tells me, but their faces are a blur, and I can’t make them out.
“Why can’t you just tell me? I can’t see their faces?” I ask, and she huffs.
“You wouldn’t believe me. I need you to see for yourself.” She says.
“Yep I agree, no matter what we tell you, seeing is believing.” Sadie chimes in, and I gasp when I see a girl cutting into her hair, making me grab my own, reminding me of what Clara did to me.
“It’s like history repeating itself but differently,” Olive says as tears pour down my face, watching the poor girl be beaten and the other guy yelling out to her.
“I did good, didn't I, Jer? Our plan worked,” the girl says, twirling the bloody knife in her hands as she wraps her arms around—wait a fucking second.
“Finally,” Olive huffs.
“Is that Jeremy?” I ask, and Sadie growls.
“Yes,”
Pounding on my bedroom door jolts me awake, and the door flies open.
“I’m leaving Charlee, you’re going to be late, wench.
” Burt yells, slamming my door. I rub my eyes, trying to control my breathing.
The dream felt so real, as if I were there in that moment.
My mind whirls with a million questions, but Jeremy was there.
Did he help rape that poor girl? No, no fucking way.
I don’t believe it. My mind must be playing tricks on me.
Climbing out of bed, I rush to the bathroom to do my thing and get ready for school. I’m going to be so fucking late.
Sitting in the cafeteria for lunch, I hear whispering around me and I look around and gasp, throwing my hand over my mouth the minute I see what the fuss is about.
Clara is standing in line with her pack of cunts as everyone stares at her.
Her once long blonde hair is now a short pixie cut, with bangs so short she needs a bobby pin to sweep them to the side.
Giggles echo the room, and that's when I see it. Penciled in eyebrows, and they look crooked and horrible. I laugh along with everyone because fuck her. I just wish I were the one who would’ve done it.
Guess I’m not the only one gunning for her.
A chair pulls out next to me, and I turn to see that it’s Vaughn, with a million-dollar smile on his face. I’m surprised he’s even speaking to me after the way Jeremy manhandled him last night.
“Hey Pumpkin, nice work,” he says, nodding over to Clara, and my eyes widen.
“I didn’t do that, I wish, but it wasn’t me,” I tell him, and he tilts his head, looking at me.
“That’s not what I heard, but hey your hair looks great, you don’t look like a drowned rat like her.” He chuckles, and I cringe.
“Yeah, she didn’t do a very good job, and I worked my magic.” I say, and he smiles.
“Your dad doesn’t like me very much,” he whispers, and I choke on my drink.
“M-my dad?” I question, and he laughs.
“Yea, threatening me last night to stay away from you,” He says and I realize he’s talking about Jeremy and thinks he’s my dad. I’m just going to stick with that. I don’t need him questioning anything further.
“H-he’s just over protective. Ya know, daddy's little girl.” I laugh and he nods.
“Do you think he will let me take you out this week? I really want to spend time with you.” he says, and I nod.
“Yeah, it will be fine. When do you want to get together?” I ask, and he grins.
“What are you doing tonight?” He asks.
“Don’t judge me, but studying at the cemetery.” I tell him, bracing myself for him to think I’m a fucking weirdo.
“At the cemetery?” he asks, and I nod.
“It’s peaceful there, plus I’m used to studying with Quinn and you know…” I trail off as he grips my hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing them against my skin.
“I’m sorry about Quinn, I didn’t know her, but she was your best friend right?” he asks, and I nod. “It must really suck to lose someone that close to you,” he says, and I nod again.
“It is, so I sit at her grave and study, smoke a joint and talk to her. Does that make me weird?” I ask and he smiles.
“Not at all. If I lost my best friend I’d probably do the same and if not drown in a bottle of liquor.” he answers, making me smile.
“Alright, well I’ll be there. If you want to come hang you know where to find me.” I tell him, and he nods, kissing my cheek.
“I’ll see you tonight.” he says, getting up from his seat and heading over to where the rest of the football team is sitting.
I take a deep breath and finish my lunch.
The bell rings, and I get up, walking right past Clara and smirking.
She growls but doesn’t make a move. I finish the rest of the day, go home and take a nap before heading to the cemetery for the evening.
A few hours later, I’m sitting at Quinn's grave with a bunch of candles lit and a lantern next to me as I study for my English exam tomorrow.
Needing a break, I pull out a joint and spark it, taking a deep inhale.
Vaughn texted me earlier, letting me know he will be here after practice.
So while I wait, I update Quinn on everything going on.
“Girl, you should’ve seen Clara’s hair today.
It was fucking terrible.” I laugh, taking another hit.
“Whoever did it I bow down to them because the chop job they gave her along with shaving her brows. Fucking savage.” I chuckle, wishing so badly that she were here.
We would’ve had jokes for days about this.
“I hate that you are missing all the good shit. I could really use your thoughts on Vaughn as of right now. I don’t know how to feel or what to do, you were always the voice of reason.
You could see through people. I’m the naive one.
” I sigh, taking another hit. “I need my bestie now more than ever.” I whisper as I hear leaves crunching in the distance.
I look towards the sound as I take another hit and see Vaughn coming my way with a blanket in one hand and a basket in the other.
I raise my brow as he gets closer, and he trips over a root sticking out of the ground, making me chuckle.
“Oh, shit. That was embarrassing,” he says, and I laugh harder.
“So you think it's funny, huh?” He laughs, setting his stuff down and tickling me.
I giggle so hard as his hands tickle my sides, making me fall back against the grass.
He climbs on top of me, settling between my legs, continuing to make me laugh so hard that tears fall from my eyes.
“Ok, ok. It’s not that funny,” I lie, and he stops, looking deep in my eyes, tilting his head.
“Liar,” he whispers and tickles me again.
His hand brushes over my nipples, and I gasp as he presses his lips against mine and moans into my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around his and feel his cock hardening against my thigh.
I bring my arms up and wrap them around his neck, sinking my nails into his skin.
He groans as his hands slide up beneath my t-shirt, rubbing his thumbs up and down my hard nipples.
My hips slowly begin to rock against him as I suck his tongue into my mouth.
He pulls away, lifting my shirt to look at my breasts.
“May I?” He asks, and I nod as he pulls down my bra and takes a nipple into his mouth, flicking the hardened peak.
I moan, rocking my hips faster, trying to get enough friction where I need it.
He lifts his head as he continues to play with my nipples, reaching down between us and rubbing my pussy through my leggings.
“Have you ever given head before?” He asks, and I moan as he applies more pressure before shaking my head.
“Have you ever eaten pussy before?” I ask, raising a brow, and he shakes his head. Interesting.
“You’re so beautiful, Charlee. And your mouth is like cotton candy wrapped in fruit roll-ups. I want to feel your lips on my cock. Would you do that for me?” he asks, and I smirk, sitting up. I lick my lips, and his eyes widen with lust.
“Only if you can make me cum first.” I counter and he swallows thickly.
“Please baby. Lemme just feel you for a minute and I’ll give you what you need,” he replies, and I nod.
He stands quickly, undoing his jeans and taking his cock out.
I almost giggle at the size. Jer is so much bigger.
This thing in front of me is— I don’t even get to finish my thought before he’s shoving my face into his pelvis.
I barely have the tip in my mouth before he’s groaning and cum dribbles against my lips.
Are you fucking kidding me? He’s already done.
I wipe my mouth and look up at him with a raised brow.
“I-I’m sorry. Give me like twenty and I’ll be ready to go again,” he stammers, and I shake my head, putting my breast back in my bra and pulling my shirt down.
“You're just so gorgeous Charlee and I couldn’t help myself, that's how bad I want you.” He says, trying to justify his cumming like he’s never seen tits before.
I get up without a word and gather my things.
“Well this was fun. See you at school.” I say, trying to get out of here as fast as I can.
“Come on don’t be like that, don’t you want me to make you cum?” He asks, and I shake my head.
“No, I'm fine. It’s getting late and I don't want to miss curfew,” I lie, and he laughs.
“Such a tease,” he says, and I whip my head to him.
“Excuse me?” I sa,y and he smirks.
“You heard me,” he replies, and I laugh.
“Says the one who came before I could even get your tiny dick in my mouth! Go fuck yourself!” I spit and walk away. Fuck him! I knew it was bullshit, I just fucking knew it! Maybe Jer was right. He knows exactly what I need. Taking out my phone as I walk home, I shoot him a text.
Me:
Hey you busy?
Jer:
What's wrong?
Me:
Nothing, I just miss you.
Jer:
I miss you too, baby.
Me:
I need you, Jer.
Jer:
What do you need, Sky?
Me:
Your hands, mouth and cock.
Jer:
Not tonight, baby. I’ll see you in a couple of days.
Me:
Really? I’m walking home, and I can stop over on my way.
Jer:
No, not tonight! Get home safely.
I sigh, feeling rejected. It’s very far and in between that I ask him for anything, and when I do, it’s always no but god forbid I’m not there when he needs me he goes nuts.
Sliding my phone into my bag, I’m jolted forward and fall onto the pavement. Kicks to the stomach have me screaming out in pain, as a blow to the face has my head bouncing against the concrete.
“I told you this was the beginning, and you thought you could sneak into my bedroom and cut my hair!” Clara yells, hitting me in the face again, as more kicks to my body make me scream.
“You fucking fat pig,” she growls as her nails scratch down my cheek and she grips my head, slamming it against the cement as another kick to the ribs has me seeing stars.
“Get off of me! I didn’t do anything, you stupid bitch!” I rasp as another blow to the face has my head lolling to the side.
“Come for me again and I’ll fucking kill you!
You hear me, I’ll fucking kill you!” She threatens, kicking me one more time, before I hear multiple people running away.
I lay on the ground for god knows how long, trying to catch my breath.
I open my eyes as the sky spins and I shut them again, waiting for everything to stop moving.
I try to sit up but my head pounds and my ribs scream at me.
Falling back down, I just lay here, wishing someone would save me, but once again I’m all alone.
Always all alone.