Page 2 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

It won’t be me with blood spilling from my neck like a river.

I’m coming for you, Tillie.

Finally.

Tillie

My breath saws in and out rapidly, and each draw of oxygen into my lungs feels heavy. I can’t breathe. The need to claw at my skin grows the longer I’m laying in the dark of the trunk. It’s hot and sticky, making pieces of my hair slip from my ponytail and stick to my sweat-slicked cheeks.

“Peaches.”

My eyes can’t focus on anything, they keep shifting around, looking for any means of escape. I notice that my fingernails hurt and are wet, probably from clawing at the lid of the trunk like a wild animal.

Just fucking open!

Why won’t it open? I want out. I need to get out before they deliver me into Cruz's clutches.

Oh God. I’m going to be sick.

“Tillie!” Violent tremors wrack my body, and my eyes snap over to the source gripping my upper arms. Blue. Bright, blue eyes. A gaze I always seem to drown in, happily sucking all the oxygen out of me until I’m desperate to breathe again. Tey. “That’s it. Focus on me, peaches. Take a deep breath. Feel me, baby.” Tey releases my arms from the tight grip he has on me and clasps my cold hands, placing them against his warm chest.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

His heartbeat is racing, but his gaze is direct and calming as he stares at me in the dark trunk. He’s right here with me. I’m not alone. He holds me so close that his minty breath washes over my face, the tip of his nose against mine.

“T–Tey,” I stutter, my lips trembling as I try not to get lost again in a panic attack.

My nails dig into his skin, almost wanting to claw my way into his heart and stay there. Blood coats his chest, either mine or his, maybe both.

“I know you're scared right now, but I need you,” he whispers, slamming his palm on the ceiling as the car swerves around a corner too hard, knocking us into the opposite metal frame.

Maybe we’ll die before we even make it to our slow death, our necks snapped from the reckless drivers as we’re thrown around back here.

“We’re going to die,” I state the obvious, my panting breath fanning his face as he peers down at me before going back to inspecting the taillights.

Those things aren't going to pop out, even if he tries. Besides, what's he going to do? Stick his hand out of the hole and hope someone sees? People these days pretend to not see shit because they don’t want to get involved. Can’t say I blame them.

“We aren’t going to die. At least not here. I kind of pictured us dying together with something epic, like fireworks and shit. Maybe a sinking boat? But you better share the fucking door with me, or we go down together. Stupid, fucking Rose,” he mutters under his breath, reaching up to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye before he starts kicking at the taillight behind him.

“Are you crying?” I ask, sounding ludicrous to my own ears, wondering if maybe I’m actually dreaming and I’m back in bed with the guys surrounding me.

“Naw. I’m allergic to assholes I couldn’t kill,” he replies in a serious tone, his white teeth shining in the dark as he glances down at me with a smirk.

“Didn’t know you were allergic to Logan this whole time,” I drawl out sarcastically, unable to help myself, even as I’m panting through each suffocating breath while tightening my arms around him.

“There she is. Do you think we can bang out a quickie before we arrive wherever we’re going? Wonder if I can pump you full with more of my cum? Practice makes perfect. I’ll add your period to my calendar so I know when we can start to make babies,” Tey coos softly, dropping a quick peck on my parted lips as I stare up at him like he’s insane.

Well, he is crazy, but still.

“We’ll talk about this later when we aren’t about to die, okay? I’m not ready for babies,” I say in shock while grasping his bicep as the car swerves again before it starts to slow down.

“Whatever you say, baby mama. I totally get Dom now, and I’m glad the man is on board.” Tey shuffles in the tight space, giving the taillights one more kick with a muttered curse under his breath. “Okay, game plan. Kill everyone, then get back to fucking. I just need you to play dead for now.”

I feel like my mind is spiraling and I’m kind of relieved it’s Tey stuck here with me because everything that comes out of his mouth is crazy and distracting but gets my attention through all the panic. He slides my panties out of my hair that I used as a hair tie earlier and quickly slips them up my legs, back into place covering my pussy. He moves me around so easily, like a ragdoll, and any other time, I’d find it extremely hot how he can just throw me around any way he wants.

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