Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,46
you can tell me what to do.”
I try to ignore the way he says Julian’s name and the obvious intent for violence he has for me just to get to Julian and instead, focus on Kristine. One thing at a time.
“But you don’t have to hurt her, to do that.” I say in a rush. “Let her go!”
“Aww isn’t that cute. Girls sticking together,” he tsks, then I see him tighten his hold on Kristine hair then violently, he quickly strides away from her, ripping clamps of her hair. The sound Kristine makes is sickening, mixed with snort, screaming and sobs.
“For fuck’ sake, shut the fuck up,” Sean seethes. “This is all your fucking fault you pathetic, good for nothing bitch. Didn’t I tell you not to fucking approach Fitz’s whore or talk to her?”
Kristine almost withers under his stare, his words breaking her bit by bit. It’s obvious that she not only sustained physical abuse from this scoundrel, but verbal and mental abuse, my heart breaks for her even more.
“But you have to believe me,” she cries. “I… I didn’t talk to her at all.”
I rush to agree, hoping that it will save her, gripped by the need to protect Kristine from this… monster.
“She didn’t talk to me, you asshole! I threatened her!” I shout, clutching the sheets to my body, painfully aware that I’m having to confront this asshole at a severe disadvantage. But I refuse to let that show. “Leave her alone! Can’t you see she’s pregnant?”
Sean stares at me like I’m the crazy one, then he runs a tongue over his lower lip, staring at me like I’m a fucking piece of meat.
A shudder rolls through me as I try to scoot back on the bed, ignoring the squeaking sound that somehow makes the pain in my head more intense and acute.
“Look at you, the Ice Queen of Clintwood Academy, Mia fucking Montague,” he starts, leaving Kristine sobbing on the floor as he stalks forward, evil mirth clear in his eyes. “I never saw you as the defender of the helpless before, but then again, you were the last fucking person I thought would betray her school, spreading your fucking legs for those imbeciles. But here, tonight, you’ll fucking learn the error of your ways.”
Oh God. I can see the evil glinting in his reptilian eyes. My heart is now beating so fast, I feel like I’m going to pass out even as I struggle to breathe and keep my composure.
“He’ll kill you,” I threaten, putting as much venom in my words as I can to mask the note of doubt that’s shredding me from within. “If you touch me, Julian will kill you.”
He laughs at that. Like genuinely laughs. “You have no idea how I fucking hope that’s the case.” Wait, what? Who says something as fucked up like that? “But you know what? Until your Romeo shows up, I think you’ll find your betrayal was not worth it because, Mia what I’m going to do to you….” He whistles, stepping closer to where I am.
“You wouldn’t dare!” I whisper. “You won’t get away with it.”
“With the support I have in doing this, you have no fucking clue,” Sean jeers, then, he rips both sheets Kristine had covered me with off, revealing my very naked body back and he smirks. In almost a surreal, slow motion moment, I see him reach down and tug at my breast. “Hmm, your little body is making me fucking hard. I like that you keep your bits shaved and sleek, Ice Queen.”
In that moment, I feel so mortified, my tongue is tied for a hot second.
“Whatever you think you’re going to achieve here, you’ll fail!”
If I can’t save myself, I at least have to try and make him feel like a fool who can’t achieve anything. It’s not that hard to do anyway since he isn’t much of an achiever like his brother.
“Shut up!” he seethes, taking a step closer to me. “You have no idea what you’re talking about!”
I snap my jaw shut, feeling relieved that he finally stepped away from Kristine. So long as his focus is on me, she might be safe and hopefully she’s found a way out. After all, maybe she was close to finding an escape when Sean just barged in.
“Look at you, pathetic and at my mercy,” Sean says. “Let’s see if I fail in breaking you and that foul mouth. That defender-of-the-hopeless-pregnant-whore color doesn’t suit you. Cold-ass bitch is much better.”