Chapter 5 Secrets & Bruises
Chapter five
Secrets & Bruises
Peyton
Walking down the hallway towards the bathroom, I pray that Riley is having a good first day back.
I’ve texted her a few times hoping we can meet for lunch later but she hasn’t answered.
I can’t say that I’m not worried and that I’d love to go find her to make sure she is okay but I promised not to hover.
My guess is she’s busy and that her day is hectic so that's what I will keep telling myself. I just can’t help but worry.
After the shit Jake did to the both of us and everything she endured being with him.
I just want her safe and with her not answering me sends my anxiety through the roof.
Opening the door to the ladies room, I do my thing and once I’m finished I stand in front of the mirror, fixing my makeup and washing my hands.
The door suddenly bursts open and a few girls walk in and snicker when they see me.
I roll my eyes and pay them no mind as I grab the paper towels, drying my hands off.
“Oh look who it is, incest girl. How’s your brother doing?” Vikki laughs walking up to me. “Riley fits well with you disgusting people. I’ve been meaning to thank her,” She snarls, getting in my face.
“You need to back up, bitch!” I spit but it does nothing but egg her on.
“Or what? What are you going to do? Nothing, right?” She laughs as the other girls crowd behind me.
“You’re lucky we are on school property because I’d kick your fucking ass,” I growl as one of the girls pushes me from behind.
“Get her!” Vikki orders as they all grab me, shoving me to the ground, kicking me in the stomach, legs and back.
I cover my face, getting angrier by the second.
“Tell Riley, I’m coming for her next. She hurt my Jake and that can’t go unpunished!
” She spit in my face before exiting with her friends on her heels.
Getting up from the floor, I wipe myself off, trying not to look at myself in the mirror.
This isn’t the first time they messed with me and I'm sick of it. If I catch little miss Vikki off school property I’m fucking her up and no one is going to fucking stop me either.
Taking a deep breath, I exit the bathroom and head back to class.
Maybe Ash is right. If he can kill Jake maybe I can get rid of his little side piece too.
It would make our lives so much better. Just wipe the board with everyone who tries to hurt us.
Later that evening, I arrive home later than usual.
I’ve been interning with the Doc twice a week which means I'm the last one to get home.
Shutting off my car, I get out and climb the three steps onto the porch and open the door.
Dropping my bag on the bench I take my shoes off, along with my hoodie.
Walking through the living room and into the kitchen I see Riley laid out on the dining room table as Asher is licking chocolate sauce from her nipples.
“I made it just in time,” I say, stripping out of my clothes.
Asher stands and beelines it for me. I take him in and watch his hard cock bobbing with each step he takes making me lick my lips.
He grips me by the back of my thighs, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist. My nails dig into his shoulders as he takes a nipple into his mouth, walking us back over to the table.
The tip of his dick, teases my entrance and I want nothing more than to sink down onto him.
I wiggle in his grip and he slaps my ass making me wince.
As he places me on the table, Riley gasps and my head snaps to hers.
“What the fuck, Peyton. How did you get those bruises?” She asks.
“What bruises?” Asher asks too, spinning me around to get a better look.
“It's nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I tell them and they both look at me like I’m nuts. “Look, it’s nothing. Don’t let it ruin the evening.” I say, smiling but they aren’t returning it.
“Evening ruined. Now talk!” Asher commands and I sigh. Fuck!
“It doesn’t fucking matter I’m handling it,” I say but still that doesn’t seem like a good enough answer.
“Whatever, I’m going to take a shower.” I say, storming off to the bathroom and slamming the door.
Looking in the mirror I see the marks littering my back past my ass to my thighs. Damn they got me good!
Turning the water on I step in not waiting for it to warm up and stand under the spray.
I try to drown out the arguing on the other side of the door but it seems to get louder and louder after every second that passes.
Tears fall down my face and I sob hating that I hurt them.
Now they're arguing over me and I just can't anymore.
The only reason I lied was to protect them.
We all have so much going on and I don't want to ever be a burden but how much can one carry before they break. I’m so tired of this shit.
So I sink to the bottom of the shower until the water turns cold and my tears run dry.
I get up, turn the water off and grab a towel—wrapping it around my cold body.
Leaving the bathroom I notice no one is around and it's silent. Thank god.
After walking past both of their closed doors, I open mine and step in, dropping my towel, and climb into bed, snuggling under the covers.
I just need to nap for a bit to recharge my brain before I can concentrate on my lab work that's due at the end of the week. Closing my eyes I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and fall asleep quickly.
Maybe when I wake up they won’t be so mad at me and I can tell them about what is going on.