hands on Camryn’s waist—I’m going to tear his fucking hands off—and pushed her back a step.
Jason busted out laughing, his painted face splitting into a gaping evil grin, and I had to admit, that was what really hurt. Sheri turned and glared at him, and Lili hissed behind us.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Jason said, snickering. “What did you call her?”
Wow…I had actually thought we were friends.
“She-beast?” piped up the fairy.
“With the midget in the back, they could be a circus freak–dykey threesome!” said the slutty nurse, laughing.
“Lewis!” roared Lili. “Take my camera!”
From what I could hear, Lewis took the camera and the woman whose neck it was hanging around in a bear hug.
“Aw, stop it!” chimed another cute witch. “You’re hurting their feelings! If you really piss off the she-beast, Phil will be the only thing that can hold it back!”
It. That bitch just called me an it.
X stormed to the door and shouted, “Tiny!”
Gods above, this sucked. I had been prepared to hold my own and fight for my man, but I hadn’t prepared for a firing squad shooting me down over my size and athletic build. I knew Phil loved me, adored every inch of my six-foot self, but to be torn down like this…at twenty-four years old, as a doctor with a solid reputation. I guessed that heartache of being constantly teased as a kid…never really went away.
I closed my eyes, wishing I could close my ears, too.
“Make them stop!” Alys whispered brokenly.
“No!” laughed Jason.
Motherfucker!
“This is priceless!”
“Jason!” shouted Sheri.
“Seriously! They have no clue what they’re doing! It’s fucking hilarious!”
I opened my eyes and glared at Jason, and in return, he smirked and winked at me.
What’s he playing at?
But the tight knot suffocating my heart eased up a little. I understood that he was somehow on my side.
The stool Phil had been sitting on scraped against the floor as he stood. “What the fuck?”
“You didn’t hear what these bitches were saying about your Baby Girl?” Jason asked, causing the female population in the room to gasp in shock. He pointed at the fairy. “She-beast, right? You were really proud of yourself for that one. Witchy Kristy, you actually called her a transgender, yeah?”
Witchy Kristy looked ready to vomit.
Hooking his thumb over at the nurse skank, Jason continued, “Nurse Tracy called Alys, Kenna, and Lili a circus freak–dyke show or some such shit. Shame on you, Tracy, for using such a negative slur against same-sex threesomes. They’re beautiful things to witness.”
Phil wanted me to look at him, wanted me to show him that I was okay, and I resisted—I really did—but…I was powerless when it came to him. When my eyes finally met his, he saw the shattered, hurting little girl I had once been. I had to close my eyes against it.
“Oh, no…” he whispered. He tripped over to me, kicking furniture out of his way. “No, no, no, no.” His voice sounded broken. “Oh, Kenna—” he gasped. His strong warm hands came up and cupped my throat—one sliding to the back of my neck. “Open your eyes. Oh, please, please, no…”
Those absolute cunts, ruining this for us! This was supposed to be an amazing night for all of us.
“Get these cunts out of here!” Phil roared at someone behind us, plucking the exact word from my thoughts.
“What?”
“No!”
“You can’t—”
“He just did,” said Jason with particular viciousness. “And the rest of us don’t want you fouling up the air our women breathe. Tiny, get these bitches out of here. They fuckin’ made Alys cry. If they’ve fucked up her awesome little face—”
“Come on, ladies,” said a deep voice I assumed belonged to a man named Tiny.
“Don’t fuckin’ call them ladies,” snapped X scathingly. “They don’t deserve that title.”
I felt Alys pulling from my grasp as I heard her choking back on her sobs.
“Kenna…” Phil was pleading. “My other half, my beautiful, beautiful Baby Girl. Please, look at me. Open your eyes…”
Sucking in a calming deep breath, I opened my eyes for him, meeting his gaze. His eyes reflected a world of hurt, but he smiled at me anyway.
“There you are,” he whispered.
Letting out a shaky breath, I attempted to smile in return. “Hey.”
“Hey. They’re gone, and they ain’t comin’ back, I promise.”
“Okay.”
He nodded and smiled, and I noticed his face was clean-shaven, his skull makeup only partially done.
I smiled in return. “You’re half-naked, babe.”
His smile now dimpled, and I realized I had missed the sight of them with his beard.
“You told me to have my tramp stamps out for everyone