Chapter 8 Ice Cream & Blood
Chapter eight
Ice Cream & Blood
Peyton
The next day, I drop Bluebird off at work and head to the store to pick up groceries for dinner.
It’s just going to be us girls tonight. Ash has something going on with that Spade guy and as much as I wanted to ask a slew of questions I knew I couldn’t.
I hate that he kept that secret from me–from us for so long and I hate it even more knowing he’s out there risking his life.
Pulling up to the small grocery store in town I park down the alley since there is no street parking this time of day.
Getting out I go into the store and get what I need.
Tonight I’m making steak with mashed potatoes and green beans.
For dessert—vanilla ice cream, Riley’s favorite.
After getting everything I need along with body wash for Asher, I check out and head back to my car.
Opening the trunk I place the bags inside and think it’s still early in the day so maybe I’ll get some laundry done and clean the house before I have to pick Bluebird up.
I’m so deep in thought that I don’t hear footsteps rushing after me until it’s too late.
My head smashes against the side of my car as someone grabs me by the back of my jacket, whipping me around to face them.
My eyes narrow as she rears back and punches me in the face.
I’m stunned for a second but then gather myself and shove her back, she stumbles along the gravel and I laugh.
“I’ve told you time and time again. If I see you off school property I’m going to hand you your ass bitch!
” I growl and her eyes widen. She rears back again and I step out of the way letting her stumble yet again but this time I slam my foot into the back of her knee causing her to fall to the ground.
I bend over and pull her pony tail back then smash her face into the gravel.
She screams and I laugh as she gets up and lunges at me.
Now it’s my turn to rear back and slam my fist right into her cheek sending her head snapping backwards.
I do it again, feeling her nose break and I smile.
“You fucking bitch!” She screams as blood pours from her nostrils.
She spits blood onto the concrete and lunges at me again like a wild animal.
Her hand finds my hair pulling it as my nails sink into the side of her face.
I lose my footing and we both fall to the ground but I’m quicker than her.
I straddle her torso and take her head and slam it again onto the gravel, then wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing tightly.
“Come near me or Riley again and I’ll fucking kill you.
Do you hear me?” I warn and her eyes widen the tighter my grip gets.
“Answer me!” I scream and she nods her head.
“Good! Now fuck off!” I spit, loosening my grip and slamming my fists into her forehead.
Then I get up and wipe myself off, get in my car and leave the alleyway.
I hope she understood what the fuck I said because next time I will gladly watch as she fucking dies at my hands.
I’m done with the bullshit! Between her and Jake.
They both need to meet their maker and fast.
The drive home is somber. I get out, grab the groceries and head inside.
The first thing I do is grab some frozen veges and place them on my face.
I don’t need my cheek to bruise. The last thing I want is them questioning me about what happened.
I’m just going to keep this little tid bit to myself and hope they never find out.
I hate lying to them but this isn’t something they need to know.
I told them I was handling it and I did.
Fuck Vikki and her band of bitches. Hopefully one look at her and those cunts will see I’m not the one to play with.
No one gets to hit me and get away with it and no one gets to hurt my girl and walk this earth without punishment. Jake Radley Jr, you’re next you fucking weasel.