me made me feel like the most repulsive person on the planet.
“Let’s get something more fitting for her to wear,” Rogue’s voice said from behind me. Godfrey smirked and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Luis taunted me with his knife, the tip of the blade running against my sensitive skin, painting red scratches over me. He dragged it from my neck, slowly down to between my breasts, over my belly button, all the way to the edge of my black laced panties.
My mouth was dry, and even though I tried to calm my erratic breathing, I couldn’t. If Luis wanted to, he could pierce me right now, slice me up into a thousand pieces, and nobody would stop him. They only reason he wouldn’t, was because they relished in the emotional form of torture more than they did the physical.
“She’s got matching black bra and underwear, Rogue. Girls only do that when they’re asking to get fucked.”
Rogue’s grip on my arms tightened against my back, and I swallowed back a whimper. Part of me couldn’t believe I was here, in this situation. But as sick as it was, this was the most attention I’d gotten from them in weeks, and even though I regretted going there, I knew I would have regretted it more if I’d left without seeing them one last time.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice shaking.
I felt Rogue’s breath against my neck. “Because everyone needs to know.”
“Needs to know what?”
“That you’re nothing to us.”
Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Godfrey slipped back inside, but when I saw what he was holding, my eyes widened in horror and I started to struggle again. “No!”
All four guys chuckled. Luis passed his knife over, and Godfrey made short work of cutting three holes into the black plastic in his hand. Then, unable to stop it, the trash bag was shoved over my head, my arms popped through the makeshift sleeves.
Sticky with beer and dressed in a trash bag that barely covered my ass, Rogue circled around me assessingly, while the other three watched with intense eyes.
“There, that’s more fitting for the ex-queen of the Heirs,” he said, coming to stand in front of me. The tears that I’d tried so hard to fight started to pool in my eyes. With a nod from Rogue, Bonham opened the bedroom door and stepped aside.
Rogue looked at me and waved a dismissive hand. “Now do us all a favor and take yourself out to the curb.” Bonham handed me my clutch that had fallen on the floor before shoving me forward, away from Rogue.
I turned and ran.
Chapter Eight
The crowd of people waiting downstairs didn’t surprise me. They gathered in the foyer, sipping on their spiked punch while waiting for me to descend the stairs. I kept my chin held high as I approached them, another trick I once learned from Bonham Brodie. If I closed my eyes, I could still hear him whispering those confidence-boosting words as he climbed out of my bedroom window when we were kids. “Keep your chin up, Scar. No matter what, don’t let them see your lows.”
So, I took his advice and ripped the trash bag from my body. I first felt a cool breeze lick at my skin, making me shiver, but I ignored the discomfort of having my curves on display. I could almost hear the insults my mama had shoved down my throat all these years.
“Are you really going to eat all that?”
“You need to go for a run.”
“Here, I got my doctor to prescribe me some diet pills. I want you to take them.”
I descended the stairs in my matching black bra and underwear with quick steps and cruel eyes, daring anyone to fuck with me. I felt completely naked. Stripped bare for the whole school to see me as the trash they thought I was.
Instead of the jeers I knew were coming, some of the guys cheered and whistled. “Bye, Trash Whore,” a girl said before slapping her boyfriend for staring.
I kept moving and headed for the back door of the house, planning to wait in the garden shed that was at the edge of the Kelly property until my driver could get here. A guy slapped my ass as I fled, but I only let the sharp sting linger for a moment. Then I whipped back and grabbed his hand before he could fully retract it, kneeing him in the balls before shoving at his chest. He