Chapter 11 Yeeting Dumb Bitches
Yeeting Dumb Bitches
Liviana
After I left the locker room, I slammed into Chuck.
I had no fucking idea this was the university he attended and now I’m utterly fucked.
He cornered me and threw me into the janitor's closet, threatening to send Dillon the video of me cumming on Hayes’ hockey stick, if I didn't wear his jersey tonight to taunt Hayes.
I refused to play his little game so he slammed me against the wall, slapped me in the face, causing my lip to bleed.
I pushed him off me, but he was too strong and he tried to slide his hands under my skirt, telling me not to tell anyone.
I kneed him in the nuts and got out of there as quickly as I could.
Instead of going to class, I went back to my room and stayed there until it was time to leave for the game.
Even when I met up with Syd and Kendall, they told me not to wear the jersey, but I didn't listen. No matter the path I chose, someone was going to get hurt and I don’t need the drama of Dillon knowing what the hell I’m doing here.
I don’t even know what I'm doing anymore. I fought my parents tooth and nail not to come, but here I am, spreading my legs for the god himself. I don’t want to tell anyone the heinous things I’ve done.
It’s not something I trust telling to anyone.
Not even Dillon knows, and I plan to keep it that way.
Seeing the look on Hayes’s face when he spotted me in the crowd wearing someone else's jersey as he made the losing shot destroyed me. I didn’t want to hurt him, but seeing Chuck sitting on the bench watching my every move left me with no choice but to play his game, hurting the boy I can’t seem to walk away from.
Now I’ve hurt him and I’m not sure what punishment I’m going to receive, if any at all.
When his eyes met mine and I gave him that wink, his entire demeanor changed into something scary, like his demon reared its ugly head only to summon my own to play with him, except he left.
I can’t fault him for walking away and I wish I could tell him the truth, but I know I can’t. Not until later, I’m hoping.
After leaving the arena, I stayed quiet while Kendall and Syd chatted away about the game and what the plan was for tonight.
I felt empty inside the more they talked about drinking in the maze and about tomorrow night’s Manhunt, along with the rules of the game.
My mind was still in that arena with Hayes even if my body walks robotically next to my friends through the halls.
“You guys. I’ll meet up with you both later.
I need a minute,” I tell them and they both nod, giving me a hug and they take off towards the exit doors.
I go up the stairs to my room, unlocking the door and throwing myself on the bed.
Tears fall from my eyes because this is not what I expected tonight to be.
I never wanted to wear Buckman's jersey. I roll over, ripping the piece of shit off of me and throw it across the room. I really should go try and find Hayes but I know better than to continue to poke the bear. I seriously can’t believe Chuck is here.
For as long as I can remember he's always been Dillon's creepy older brother. Ever since I killed Michael for some odd reason, I’ve noticed Chuck constantly watching me, even after his parents sent him away.
I still felt like eyes were always on me, and it makes me cringe.
Rolling over, I see a text from Hayes and my heart skips a beat.
I really hope he will be at Manhunt tomorrow because I don’t want anyone to catch me but him, but I know I truly fucked up.
Why do I care so much? Why does he have this much of an effect on me?
I only just met him a few days ago, but with every encounter, he’s left me wanting, wondering, and needing more of him.
Which only hurts my heart. Why? My heart shouldn’t even be involved in this shit.
I don’t get hung up on boys. I don’t understand why this is happening and why this pull is never-ending, but it’s so strong that I can’t help but need to be near him.
This emptiness wants to be filled but only by him.
Nothing, and no one, is more satisfying than him.
Fuck. I need to know what the fuck this is.
Closing my eyes, I reach on the other side of my bed for Hayes’s Jersey and tuck it under my face inhaling his scent, then I drift off to sleep.
The next night after finding Hayes, who dismissed me after trying to explain to him as much as I could without hurting him with more of my lies, I find myself seeking him out again, needing answers.
Stepping around the corner of the creepy cathedral, I gasp, throwing my hand over my mouth as I watch Hayes stab Chuck in the neck with a sharp object.
Blood sprays into the cold snow with every strike, covering Hayes.
If I was a normal person, I’d scream and run for my life, but my feet stay grounded until his eyes snap to mine and the person I thought I knew is long gone.
His gorgeous blue eyes that shined so brightly, are completely void against the white light reflecting the snow.
“Get out of here now!” He orders in a tone I’ve never heard before.
I stumble back as I spin, running away from him.
I don’t want to go find the girls. I don’t want to have to explain anything tonight.
So I go back to the bench where I first spoke with him and sit on the cold cement.
Placing my head in my hands, I lean my elbows on my knees trying to get my head right.
Why did he kill him? Why did I run? Just because his hands were full of blood doesn’t mean I was scared.
I was just taken aback by the scene. I’d be a hypocrite to be frightened of him.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have left. I could’ve helped him get rid of the body.
But the tone in which he used to send me away was the only reason I left. Fuck.
Sitting here in the cold for what feels like forever, I decide to walk deeper into the cemetery along the cliff line, hoping there’s a clearing where I can just sit and feel the breeze against my skin.
Being alone sometimes is better for me. I need a minute, a chance to clear my mind because this night is just fucked and I’m over it.
If he wants to speak to me, he will have to come find me.
I’m done playing his stupid game. Fuck it.
After walking for a bit, the gravestones dwindle the further I go, and just when I think I’m getting closer to the edge of the cliff, two people come into view.
Hayes leans back against a tree with that same dumb blonde, who's yet again on her knees in the snow, sucking his dick.
I watch for a split second as he pulls her head further down his length, groaning in pleasure and I fucking snap.
Those groans are for me. Fucking prick. I make my presence known by stomping through the snow quickly.
His eyes open and collide with mine and he smirks. This motherfucker.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shout as he pays no mind that I’m literally yelling while he’s getting his dick sucked.
“Do you mind?” he laughs and I growl.
“Oh, I fucking do mind, Henry.” I spit and that little word makes his eyes gloss over and narrow.
“Fuck, Ivy. Just like that.” He moans and I see fucking red. My vision blurs as I grip the bitch by her hair, yanking her off his cock. She screams as she flails in the snow, but my grip only tightens.
Bending down, I bring her face to mine. “That cock you just had down your fucking throat is mine. This is the third time I’ve seen you gagging on him, and I’ve had about enough of it.” I say sinisterly, and she has the nerve to laugh.
“Hayes is mine, you delusional bitch. Get the fuck out of here and mind your own business!” She shouts, clawing at my wrists as I headbutt her, I smile as I watch her head bounce off the ground. Looking up at Hayes, I raise a brow.
“You’re hers? But obsessed with me? That's rich.” I say and he laughs.
“Says the one with a whole boyfriend back home.” He spits and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“So instead of having an adult conversation and asking questions, you decide that it’s a good idea to go get your dick sucked after killing someone who hurt me.
Make it math Hayes. You’re not stupid. Dumb, yes.
But not stupid.” I fire back, as I see Ivy come at me with a rock in her hand.
She tackles me to the ground, slamming her fist that’s holding the rock against my temple, causing me to see stars for a split second.
She goes to do it again, but I push her off me and she falls on her ass in the snow.
I quickly get up and grab her by the hair as blood drips down the side of my face.
She screams again, clawing at my wrist as I drag her closer to the edge of the cliff.
“Liviana no!” He shouts.
“Remember, Sinister Valentine, you made me do this.” I say.
Using every bit of strength I have, I toss her violently off the side of the mountain.
I don’t hear Hayes screaming at me as Ivy’s hair flows over my wrist and her body scrapes along the cliff, dropping into the shallow river.
My vision blurs as I sink to my knees in the snow.
My hands shake as realization hits me that I killed someone, yet again in a fit of rage.
I close my eyes as tears stream down my face.
Not because she didn't deserve it, but because I let my rage get the best of me.
I let it take over everything I know and worked so hard to overcome the last two years, just to do it all over again.
Strong arms lift me off the ground, carrying me to god knows where.
“Fuck, Liv, you shouldn’t have done that. Fuck,” he whispers against my forehead.
“Why? Do you love her?” I ask, and he laughs.
“No baby, I don’t. She was nothing but a warm hole to make you mad,” he admits and I sigh.
“You win Hayes. You fucking win.” I sigh, feeling completely defeated in this moment.
“You’re not supposed to be the one killing for me. That’s supposed to be my job,” he confesses, and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“You wanted me to be yours, so I staked my claim. She shouldn't have hit me in the head with a rock. She got what she deserved. These bitches better back up, or your friends aren’t going to have pussy to sink their little cocks into because I will slay every last fucking bitch that touches you.” I spit and he growls.
“That made my dick so fucking hard. God damn, Short Stack,” he laughs as we come to the bench I was sitting on earlier. Placing me down, he sits next to me, sighing deeply.
“You know we can’t tell anyone about tonight, right?” He says with a look of concern written all over his face.
“Oh, I know,” I sigh, placing my hand into his. Our eyes collide and my body lights on fire as that pull takes me under. “Where do we go from here?” I ask, and his eyes light up with mischief, as we hear the sound of a horn blow in the near distance.
“How fast can you run, baby? And you better not let anyone catch you or there will be a massacre to clean up.” He warns as the sounds of giggling girls get closer.
My heart rate flutters in my chest as he stands, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a glow stick necklace.
He cracks it and it glows red. Placing it over my head it falls against my chest as the anticipation excites me to the core.
He takes a few steps back as he licks his lips.
“Run, Little Liar. Run!”